A Priceless Gift

Boreham shares a pricelss illustation in his essay entitled, Our Better Halves. In it he brought an account of two lepers who co-owned a small farm. The one had no feet; the other no hands, yet they made a beautiful crop together. The hands that sewed were borne on the back of the feet and legs of the other. This simplicity weaves the gentle idea of God’s beautiful picture of marriage.

I have often pondered the simplicity in which God’s Mind brought bone from bone, flesh from flesh. Its the ultimate ideation of completion, of being Very Good.  I stumble and fumble, struggling for the right words of tenderness that my children need at times, yet my bride knows just what to say. There are intricacies that I can never master, yet I know where to turn. I am most happy to be completed by her, yet its taken almost three decades to discover. I have grown to understand what Solomon meant when he said, whosoever findeth a wife, findeth a good thing.  Oh Lord thank you for my priceless gift, my Dora.

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On Life and Death: Beginning and End

When the hapless Zita, born a princess in nineteenth century Burboun-Parma, married into the Hapsburg Dynasty she walked into a specter of tragedy and angst amidst all of its pomp and royalty. Her old-line royal pedigree collided with a family that was destined to be split and deeply affected by the grand stage of the First World War. She spent most of her adult life trying to set right the events that robbed her husband and his family of its title; to win back honor that was fleeting during to those waning years. The Hapsburg’s were truly old world, finding their lineage back into the tenth century, with popes and kings aplenty. Zita spent much of her own life living abroad, in the Basque region of Spain, Canada and even in New York during much of the Second World War. Because of her stalwart campaign to restore the honor to the Hapsburg family, she won renown and acclaim, and even an eventual parliamentary position for her son, Otto. She had returned again to the grand stage of Europe, much a lionized hero and again deserving of the honor due a royal.

Michelle Green, et al penned an article in April 17, 1989 volume of Time that shared details of her funeral. “The 8,000 mourners filed out of Vienna’s St. Stephen’s Cathedral and fell in line behind the catafalque drawn by six black horses. Two hours later the procession ended at the Capuchin Church, where, in keeping with tradition, a member of the funeral party knocked on the door and a priest asked, ‘Who goes there?’ The titles were read aloud: ‘Queen of Bohemia, Dalmatia, Croatia, Slavonia, Galicia. Queen of Jerusalem. Grand Duchess of Tuscany and Cracow.’ ‘I do not know her,’ said the father. A second knock and “Who goes there?” brought the response, ‘Zita, Empress of Austria and Queen of Hungary.’ Again the reply, ‘I do not know her.’ When the inevitable question was put a third time, the answer was simply, ‘Zita, a sinning mortal.’ ‘Come in,’ said the priest, opening wide the door not for royalty, but for a faithful member of the Church, whose life had finally reached its end.”
At death, we are laid finally bare to the simplest part of our brief measured existence, our character, our fabric, our connection to meaning and being. What is that to you? What is your legacy? What does your integrity leave? What spiritual fruit characterizes your life? When you stand before God, what will you offer?

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On Farming

Dr. Maltbie D. Babcock wrote these lines:

“Back of the loaf is the snowy flour,
Back of the flour is the mill,
Back of the mill is the wheat and the shower,
And the sun, and the Father’s Will.

F.W. Borham Shares, “The farmer is the last person on earth who can afford to leave God out of his calculations”

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FW Boreham Shares His Memories of His Grandmother

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The Hound of Heaven Pursues You!

Francis Thompson

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me’.

See the rest at http://www.ewtn.com/library/HUMANITY/HNDHVN.HTM

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Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the handywork of God

My recent view of the Pali Heights in Oahu. Awesome! So much history with this spot as King Kamehameha drove his enemies off of the cliff to cement his victory for liberation of the islands. Resampled952014-03-219511-27-2795309

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Maxwell on a Paradigm of Shifting Perspective

Swapping Shoes
by: The John Maxwell Company

Michael Faraday was a British physicist and chemist, and one of Albert Einstein’s heroes. He is best known for inventing the electric motor in the 1820s. After performing an experiment in the 1850s, during which he demonstrated electromagnetic induction, Faraday was approached by William Gladstone, Britain’s Minister of Finance. Gladstone was impressed by the feat, but “What,” he asked, “is the practical value of electricity?” “One day, sir, you may tax it,” Faraday quipped in reply.

Faraday saw the potential of electricity to change the way humans interacted with their world. Indeed, in 1879, Thomas Edison innovatively applied Faraday’s principles to commercialize incandescent electric lighting. William Gladstone, on other hand, was clueless about its technological possibilities, so Faraday phrased the significance of electricity in language that the financial minister could understand—tax revenues.

The exchange between the two men illustrates a key insight about connecting with others. You persuade people, not by insisting on your perspective, but by relating to their perspective. To get through, put yourself in the other person’s shoes.

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