The man
whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang. But, the man did
not hear. So the man yelled, "God, speak to me" and the thunder
rolled across the sky. But, the man did not listen. The man looked around and
said, "God let me see you." And a star shined brightly. But the man
did not see. And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle." And, a
life was born. But, the man did not notice. So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch
me God, and let me know you are here." Whereupon, God reached down and
touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on. This to
be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple
things that we take for granted... even in our electronic age... so I would
like to add one more: The man cried, "God, I need your help!" And an
e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement. But, the man
deleted it and continued crying... Don't miss out on a blessing because it
isn't packaged the way that you expect. The instructions were to send this to
people that we want God to bless.
Cherokee Legend Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage? His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help from anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some humans might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man! Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, p...
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