... before crowds he was carried in his wheelchair to the stage. Once in place someone placed a Bible on his lap. With stiff fingers he forced open the pages. People in the audience could be seen wiping tears of admiration from their faces. Robert could have asked for sympathy or even pity, but he did just the opposite. He held his bent hand up in the air and boasted, "I have everything I need for joy." His shirts were held together by Velcro, but his life was held together by joy. (2) You or I would never ...
... having such a good time..." The woman added, "We hear you and your friends laughing every Saturday night, and we'd just like to watch you. We don't want to bother you. We'll be quiet and just watch." At that moment they both won Aunt Tee's sympathy forever. She agreed to allow them to watch her and her friends. It was a sad situation since the couple owned the spacious house, complete with swimming pool and three cars, but they had no joy in their lives. "Money and power can liberate only if they are used ...
... law with no consciousness of any wrongdoing. Last fall two stories jumped from the sports sections to the front pages of newspapers all over this land. One was the revelation from Magic Johnson that he is infected with the AIDS virus. Johnson indeed should have the sympathy of every one of us. He is a warm man with a tremendous personality who has given basketball fans many years of pleasure. We would not want to demean in any way the courage he showed in sharing his problem with the public. However, the ...
... our own. Actress Ann Jullian's struggle with cancer and her resulting double mastectomy has been much publicized. She allowed her story to be told to encourage and support others who are enduring a similar ailment. Ann's husband, Andy, extends the same sympathy to the public. His sentiment is best expressed in a comment he made after viewing President Reagan on television. The newscast showed the former President lugging a potted plant to his wife Nancy, a patient at Bethesda Naval Hospital, who also had a ...
... watched other men carry him in his wheelchair onto the platform. I watched them lay a Bible in his lap. I watched his stiff fingers force open the pages. And I watched people in the audience wipe away tears of admiration from their faces. Robert could have asked for sympathy or pity, but he did just the opposite. He held his bent hand up in the air and boasted, `I have everything I need for joy.' His shirts are held together by Velcro, but his life is held together by JOY." (2) This real life story from one ...
... ." A friend. How would you define a friend? Thousands of replies poured in: A friend is someone "who multiplies joys, and divides grief!" said one. No, thought another; a friend is someone "who understands our silence." A third person suggested: "A friend is a volume of sympathy bound in cloth." But the publishers picked this one as the winning entry: A friend is "the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out."That's it, isn't it? One who comes in when the whole world has gone out. The ancient ...
... the appropriate way to handle the situation. She and Jeanna and Lisa wandered over to Jeanna's mother's grave and sat down. Jeanna began talking about her mother, and crying. Little Lisa wrapped an arm around her friend and began crying, too. All the sympathy her little heart could muster was expressed in the repeated assurance, "Oh, Jeanna, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry your mother died." As Jeanna continued talking and crying, Pamela realized why she had needed to come here. Jeanna expressed that she loved ...
... that you've put away in your 401K. You lose your spouse to a fatal disease. Just when you think that you finally have life figured out, SURPRISE!!! Friends, THIS IS LIFE! Maybe we need to look at this familiar story with fresh eyes. Maybe we need to have some sympathy for this man whose bounteous crops had his warehouses bursting at the seams. Maybe he is as much a victim as a villain. We don't have to read into this story that God was taking this man's life. Maybe God came to him simply to warn him. "You ...
... Then how about Disneyland? Think of the fun we could have there," the little salesman continued. "No, Rex," his mother countered, "you have to go to school today." "Why?" Rex asked. He was taking the argument to a new level. His mother decided to appeal to her son's sympathies. "Because," she said, "if you don't go to school, they could put me in jail." He looked at her for about two seconds, put his hands on his hips, cocked his head to one side and asked, "For how long?" (2) It is not unusual for children ...
... Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through; God hath not promised sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, peace without pain. But God hath promised strength for the day, Rest for the labor, light for the way; Grace for the trials, help from above, Unfailing sympathy, undying love. (7) God's Spirit within us and God's love surrounding us. And finally, we will find GOD'S PURPOSE WORKING THROUGH US. Paul writes, "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine ...
... his life through God's perspective. And in every moment, God seemed to be saying to him, "How much love did I pour out on you? How much of it flowed out of you to others?" Tom recalled so many instances when he had ignored his family or lacked sympathy for his church members. He realized that he hadn't lived out his highest purpose in life--to share God's love with others. Fortunately, he survived the attack, and after a few months of recovery, he returned to his church a new man. He was determined to serve ...
... pat legs) and did the same as the priest, passing on the other side of the road. A Samaritan came along. Samaritans don't usually do anything for a Jew. (Pat legs.) When he saw the injured man, he felt sorry for him. (Make a facial expression of surprise and sympathy.) He bandaged him up (pretend to wrap a bandage around your arm) and put him on his own donkey and took him to a hotel (kind of bounce up and down as if riding on a donkey). The Samaritan paid for the room (pretend to pay--dig into your pockets ...
... what he has to give us. The first task of the church is to help persons love God more. The second task is this: TO HELP US LOVE ONE ANOTHER MORE. THE LIVING BIBLE translates Peter's words like this: You should be like one big happy family, full of sympathy toward each other, loving one another with tender hearts, and humble minds. Don't repay evil for evil. Don't snap back at those who say unkind things about you. Instead, pray for God's help for them, for we are to be kind to others, and God will bless ...
... have a God-given right to that place. While so many of us sympathize with the state of Israel in the current conflicts in the Mideast, let us not forget that the people of Islam are children of Abraham as well. They also deserve our sympathy. While we can never condone acts of violence against innocent civilians, neither can we ignore the legitimate grievances of this large segment of the world's population. Would you like to know how the story of Abraham and Sarah ends? It's really quite fascinating ...
... , the houses of ill repute up on Green Hill had not only survived the disaster, but were going stronger than ever. "If punishment was God's purpose," said one survivor, "He sure had bad aim."(2) Not a few ministers chose to talk about the spirit of sympathy that was sweeping the country (similar to what we are seeing now toward New Orleans). The New York Witness, a religious newspaper, went so far as to say there was a "loving purpose of God hidden in the Flood." Folks in Johnstown gagged. There really was ...
... in the Roman coliseum. Nero once watched with wicked fascination as the Christians knelt in prayer. They looked toward heaven and a strange light shone on their faces. Nero cried out, "What are they looking at? What do they see?" An advisor who had sympathy for them and their courage in the face of death said, reverently, "The resurrection of Jesus." Jesus died, but he rose again, as every Christian can testify out of his or her own experience, and he promises to all who trust him, "Because I live ...
... Barclay said that in many villages or towns in Scotland people speak of someone as the “good doctor.” When they speak that way they are not necessarily praising the doctor’s efficiency or skill as a physician, but are thinking more of the kindness and sympathy and graciousness which the doctor brings in addition to his skills and which, in many cases, are at least as important as his skills. The “good doctor.” In the picture of Jesus that St. John paints, Jesus is the Good Shepherd. He is the One ...
... just what she did. But Judas Iscariot did not like it one bit. He objected that her lavish display was too extravagant. The perfume could have been sold and the money given to the poor. As I said, his objection sound eminently reasonable. Jesus certainly had sympathy for the poor, and often condemned wasteful luxury. Indeed, if there is one primary difference between our Lord and most of the rest of us it is that He cared passionately for the poor. Indeed, the whole Bible seems to be prejudiced in favor of ...
... this: there are people who, under certain circumstances, simply must be permitted to divorce. I do not believe that Jesus would insist that people stay together in a situation of pain and suffering no matter what. We must never forget that our Lord had immense sympathy for anyone who was suffering. When He dealt with people, it was never on the basis of Law, but of Love. He ate and drank with sinners, saved an adulteress from being stoned; even forgave the soldiers who crucified Him. And when He met the ...
... worrying whether or not the good guys will win. Obviously, there is not the slightest doubt in Mr. Boone’s mind that he and his loved ones will escape that final conflagration. Jewett adds, “Nor, one must add with sadness, is there any sign of sympathy for the billions of men, women, and children whose lives will be snuffed out when the exciting nuclear battle begins.” (Ibid., p. 24) Now, I wouldn’t mind these prophets of gloom and doom telling me that the world is going to hell in a handbasket ...
... stay home in bed.” The mother said, “But son, you’ve got to go.” The son said, “Give me two good reasons.” The mother replied, “Well for one thing, you are forty-two years old; and, for another, you’re the minister!” I’ve always had sympathy for that fellow. Most Sunday mornings I bounce out of bed like a ton of lead to face the awesome responsibility of preaching. I am just not a “morning person.” I have never understood why we Christians think that we have to sneak up on God in ...
... who claim to be followers of Christ, are not sure we want to follow Him that far. Most of us still look upon him as an impractical dreamer, out-of-touch with the realities of this world. If we are terribly honest, we might admit that most of our sympathy goes to Barabbas. Our votes certainly do! Our tax money does. Perhaps we should de-throne Jesus and erect churches to St. Barabbas. Which man is right? Which way is right? Down through the ages, only a few persons have had the courage even to try to follow ...
... in some kind of evolutionary progress which imparted a sense of destiny and optimism. But not any longer. Who would wish to say now with Emil Coue that `every day in every way we are getting better and better?'' I should not wish to do so. I have more sympathy with Ogden Nash, who tells us that progress was once a very good idea, but it has been going on too long! Or think of the `isms'' of our times, so many of them related to a Humanism that leaves out the eternal and transcendental. They no longer have ...
... other men carry him in his wheelchair onto the platform. I watched them lay a Bible on his lap. I watched his stiff fingers force open the pages. And I watched people in the audience wipe away tears of admiration from their faces. Robert could have asked for sympathy or pity, but he did just the opposite. He held his bent hand up in the air and boasted, `I have everything I need for joy.'' "His shirts are held together by Velcro, but his life is held together by JOY." (1) This real life story from one ...
... turned around. Her employers had cracked her door open and beckoned to her. Aunt Tee, a little peeved, laid down her cards and went to the door. The couple backed away and asked her to come into the hall, and there they both spoke and won Aunt Tee''s sympathy forever. "Theresa, we don''t mean to disturb you," the man whispered, "but you all seem to be having such a good time . . ." The woman added, "We hear you and your friends laughing every Saturday night and we''d just like to watch you. We don''t want ...