#MoralStory: Anger hurts whom?

A carpenter went home after shutting down his workshop.

A black poisonous cobra entered his workshop. The cobra was hungry and hoped to find its supper lurking somewhere within. It slithered from one end to another and accidentally bumped into a double-edged metal axe and got very slightly injured.

In anger and seeking revenge, the snake bit the axe with full force. What could a bite do to a metallic axe? Instead the cobra’s mouth started bleeding. Out of fury and arrogance, the cobra tried its best to strangle and kill the object that was causing it pain by wrapping itself very tightly around the blades.

The next day when the carpenter opened the workshop, he found a seriously cut, dead cobra wrapped around the axe blades.Read More »

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Facing the River of Difficulties

A very tired traveller came to the bank of a river.

There was no bridge by which he could cross. It was winter and the surface of the river was covered with ice. It was getting dark, and he wanted to reach the other side while there was enough light to see. He debated about whether or not the ice would bear his weight.

Finally, after much hesitation and fear, he got down on his knees and began very cautiously to creep across the surface of the ice. He hoped that by distributing the weight of his body, the ice would be less apt to break under the load.

After he made his slow and painful journey about halfway across the river, he suddenly heard the sound of singing behind him. Out of the dusk, there came a 4-horse load of coal driven by a man singing merrily as he went to his carefree way. Here was the traveller, fearfully inching his way on his hands and knees. And there, as if whisked along by the winter’s wind, went the driver, his horses, his sled, and the heavy load of coal over the same river!

The story illustrates how many of us go through life.Read More »

#MoralStory: Take Your Own Speed

Whoosh! I sailed by person after person on the track. Whoosh – Whoosh – Whoosh!

I am a runner. Well, technically a jogger. I often run at the track near my home. Most on the track walk, therefore my speed, however meager in running terms, is far faster than walking. So it’s whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, as I pass the walkers over and over around the track. My speed and endurance seem amazing to the walkers. Some will come and walk for an hour. I am running when they come and still running when they leave. I have whooshed by them twenty or more times.

I got several lessons in life today on the track.

As I circled the track with my long steady strides passing the walkers like lamp poles, I got to feeling superior. I know you shouldn’t, you don’t have to tell me, but after the constant whooshing past far younger people, it goes to your head.

Then he came. He was short, perhaps five feet three. He didn’t look like much of a runner. I saw him get out of the car and stretch as I whooshed by a couple holding hands. He started running a few feet ahead of me. He was fast. I sped up to keep up. At last, I had someone to pace myself against. After half a lap, I was on his heels but my breath was coming harder and heavier. After the first lap, I was gasping but still on his heels. After a lap and a half, my foot started hurting. I was hurting; I was gasping for breath.Read More »

#MoralStory: Take The Time To Run Through The Rain

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, ‘Mom let’s run through the rain’.

‘What?’ Mom asked.

‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated.

‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.

This young child waited a minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain.’

‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said.

‘No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.Read More »

#MoralStory: Match in Heaven

Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend — my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times.

Always supportive, mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father’s death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.

When mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.

“What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before meas an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand.

My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished and I was alone.Read More »

#MoralStory: Have Patience… Wait For Your Meal

A certain gentleman walked into a hotel and after perusing through the menu, ordered for some food.

After about 20 minutes, another group of gentlemen walked in and ordered for theirs. To his dismay, he noticed them get served first. He watched as they began to eat and laugh heartily. He even overheard one of them brag about how he knew everyone at that hotel and how things moved fast for him here. He felt he was being mocked. He contemplated leaving. But he had waited so long.

Unable to take it anymore, he called the waiter and spoke sadly of how unfair things were. The waiter calmly told him, “Yours is a special order Sir, being prepared by the chief chef himself. Their orders were prepared hurriedly by interns because the top chefs are busy with yours. That’s why they came first. Please have some juice as you wait”.

Unknown to him, the owner of the hotel {who happened to be an old long lost friend of his} had seen him coming and wanted to surprise him and had made changes to his simple meal to make it an exotic meal. He calmed down and waited.

Shortly after, his meal was served by 6 waiters and he was waited on hand and foot and being made very comfortable The gentlemen at the other table were shocked. They couldn’t stop staring. Suddenly they were the ones murmuring, asking why they didn’t get that kind of service and meal.Read More »

#MoralStory: God Is Watching

Man: God, can I ask You a question?
God: Sure.

Man: Promise You won’t get mad…
God: I promise.

Man: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?
God: What do you mean?

Man: Well, I woke up late.
God: Yes…

Man: My car took forever to start.
God: Okay…

Man: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait.
God: Huummm…

Man: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call.
God: All right…

Man: And to top of it all off, when I got home, I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. But it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?Read More »