Thursday, August 20, 2015


Author Unknown
I woke up today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.  I have responsibilities to fulfill today.  I am important.  My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy, or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money, or I can be glad that I plan my purchases wisely and avoid waste.
Today I can grumble about my health, or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up, or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns, or I can celebrate the fact that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of enough friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can wail because I have to go to work, or I can shout for joy because I have a job.  I can complain because I have to go to school, or I can eagerly open my mind and improve myself.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to work at home, or I can feel happy that I have a home.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.  And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.  What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Still He Walked

This inspirational poem was written by Carrie McCutcheon.

He could hear the crowds screaming, “Crucify,” “crucify”...
He could hear the hatred in their voices.
These were His chosen people. He loved them,
And they were going to crucify Him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened...
His heart was broken, but still He walked.
He could see the crowd as He came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear.
But now they were contorted with rage and anger...
His heart broke, but still He walked.
Was He scared? You and I would have been.
So His humanness would have mandated that He was.
He felt alone.
His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed Him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face and He saw very few.
Then He turned His eyes to the only One that mattered
and He knew that He would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd,
At the people who were spitting at Him,
Throwing rocks at Him and mocking Him, and He knew
That because of Him, they would never be alone.
So for them He walked.
The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through the crowd.
The sounds of His cries echoed even louder.
The cheers of the crowd, as His hands and feet were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small voice inside His heart that whispered, “I am with you, My Son.”
And God’s heart broke.
He had let His Son walk.
Jesus could have asked God to end His suffering,
But instead He asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive Him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting Him.
As He hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also the face of every person yet to be.
And his heart filled with love.
As His body was dying, His heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love He feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.
When I forget how much My God loves me,
I remember His walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
I remember His walk.
When I need to be reminded of how to live like Christ,
I think of His walk.
And to show Him how much I love Him,
I wake up each morning, I turn my eyes to Him,
And I walk.
-- Carrie McCutcheon