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The Wise Woman’s Stone – a thought for Today

The Wise Woman’s Stone

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.

The traveler left rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime.

But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Please give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone.”

Sometimes it’s not the wealth you have but what’s inside you that others need.

– Source Unknown

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Bagpipes at a Fumeral

People seem to be able to use as a “teaching tool or sermon insullstration in few dufferent ways.

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently
gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight.

There were only the diggers and crew left, and they were eating lunch. I felt bad and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down, and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man. And as I played “Amazing Grace,” the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and
started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Hippie had two questions come to mind – after laughing -:

Why can’t men just ask for directions?
Shouldn’t we “play” our best no matter who is there, or how large the crowd?

Disclaimer: Pursuant to the UCC (Uniform Comedy Code), all depictions of events and persons on this site are more real than reality itself, and therefore any resemblance to reality is not really real.

The commandments, “You shall not commit adultery; You shall not murder; You shall not steal; You shall not covet,” and any other commandment, are summed up in this word, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
– Romans 13:9</i>

I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary — the evil it does is permanent.
– Mahatma Gandhi

In many parts of the world the people are searching for a solution which would link the two basic values: peace and justice. The two are like bread and salt for mankind.
– Lech Walesa
from his Nobel Lecture

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That Flag – a Rant from Ninure da Hippie

I am writing this because I had a friend tell me that he didn’t understand why anyone would associate the Confederate Flag with racism.

“After all, The Civil War”, said, “had nothing to do with slavery”

I didn’t and don’t want to argue that paricular point, because even now what we” are tolf the reasons for a war are, and what they rerally are don’t always seem to match up.

All I could/can do, is explain why this Black person has a gut reaction when I see that particular Flag.

First you need to understand that I am over a half-cenurty old. Things that “you” think are history now, are vivid parts of my memory and life.

Second you need to understand that my Fathers side of the family is from the south, and that those uncle and aunts and cousins who lived in Chicago were not even a whole genration in the North. If long distance calls were expensive. letters were cheap and so that there was a constant flow of information between the Family. In addttion, there was a “tradition” among many Black families of sending children South for alll or part the summer,

I can remember going with my father’s Mother “Down South” for the summer of 1960.

We had to pack food, because there ware few places along the road that Black people could dtop and get a meal. We also had to pack Toilet paper because there were also few places that allowed Black people to use the “public” restrooms.

I was told that I must adress every White person, even if they were my own age (i was seven) with the honorific “mr.” or “miss”, or there could be dire, even deadly consqauences.

And as we travlled down the carious highways and roads where we dared not stop, it seemed that everywhere I looked I saw that “red, white and blue Flag” that was so different from the “American Flag”.

Once we got down to the farms where my relatives lived, I discovered that “we” were not allowed in the naearb town. Anything that the families could not raise themselves was either bought via “catloug” (or mailed from up North by the releatives in Chicago, Nerw Yorl, Milwaukee, erc), or cought from a huge “store-on wheels” that visited the farms in the area on a regular basis.

It never occured to me till I sat down to write this, that I never thoght to ask where the kids went to school. All my relatives could read I know, so they must have learned somewhere.

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I didn’t get back down South again until 1972., on a kind of “speaking toue” of Black colleges and University. Which was particulalry interesting since even tho segregation was supposed to be illegal, the State colleges and Universities were still pretty much racially “seperate and unequal”.

People often say with pride, “I’m not interested in politics.” They might as well say, “I’m not interested in my standard of living, my health, my job, my rights, my freedoms, my future, or any future.”
    — Martha Gellhorn, writer/journalist   (1908-1998)

Live simply. Love generously.
Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.

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Every 3.6 seconds a real person dies from hunger somewhere in the world!!!
Feed a hungry person today:
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My YouTube Channel
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God is still speaking
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John Mark Ministries
http://jmm.aaa.net.au/

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