DRY LEAF AND MUD PIE

Dry Leaf and Mud Pie were very good friends. As they approached old age together, they decided to make a religious pilgrimage to Banaras, the Hindu holy city on the banks of the Ganges River. They believed that if they washed in that sacred river, all the sins of their lifetime would be erased. They understood the distance and the dangers of such a trip. They knew that heavy rains and strong winds were the two greatest hazards they would face.

So, they decided on a clever strategy. When the rains poured down, Dry Leaf would shield Mud Pie until the storm passed. When the heavy winds blew, Mud Pie would sit on Dry Leaf until the sandstorm was over. One bright, sunny morning, Dry Leaf and Mud Pie set out on the long, difficult pilgrimage to the holy city of Banaras. They traveled just a short distance when the sky grew dark and rain began to fall. Dry Leaf shielded Mud Pie until the rain stopped. Their strategy worked, and they laughed as they continued on their way.

As they got further down the road, the sky clouded again, but this time, the wind blew in with a terrible force. Mud Pie sat on Dry Leaf until the wind died down. Their strategy still worked, and as they traveled on, they started to sing. They had gotten almost to the holy city before the sky clouded over again.

Then something terrible happened. The rain poured down, and the wind blew — at the same time. Although the two friends tried their best to help each other, it was of no use. Dry Leaf blew away and was never seen again. And Mud Pie was washed away.

Source: Jim Sichko, Stories from the Journey
(Open Road Media, 2014) pages 99-100

CONSIDER THIS

There comes a time in life when no matter how much we are loved and helped by another, it’s not enough. Even the love and support of our best friends can’t help us. A time will come when a help from elsewhere, larger than the mere human, will be your only refuge.

THE UPS AND DOWNS OF HORSE RIDING

A circuit-riding pastor was galloping down a road to get to church on time. Suddenly his horse stumbled and pitched him to the ground. In the dirt with a broken leg, the pastor called out, “All you saints in heaven, help me get up on my horse!”

Then with superhuman effort, he leaped onto the horse’s back and fell off the other side. Once again, he called to heaven, “All right, just half of you this time.”

Source | David M. Varner, Sunday Funnies to Tickle the Soul
(Xulon Press, 2010) page 44

 

CONSIDER THIS

Would you consider the pastor a faithful person, well-seasoned in the art of prayer? After all, here’s a guy who in the middle of great adversity doesn’t fade, but with confidence calls out. And keeps calling out … with a sense of humour!

Imagine you found yourself in the same situation, what would you have done?

WHAT YOU SOW IS WHAT YOU REAP

Once there lived a poor Scottish farmer, his name was Fleming. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry from a nearby wet muddy ground. He dropped his tool and ran to that bog. There, he saw a terrified boy stuck to his waist in that black muck. He was screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the boy from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the farmer’s meager surroundings. An elegantly-dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy, Fleming has saved. ‘I want to repay you,’ said the nobleman. ‘You saved my son’s life.’  ‘No, I cannot accept payment for what I did,’ the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.

At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the home. ‘Is that your son?’ the nobleman asked. ‘Yes,’ the replied proudly. ‘I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the boy is like his father, he’ll grow into a man you can be proud of.’

And that he did. In time, Fleming’s son graduated from St Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia. And what saved him? Penicillin. The name of the noble man was Lord Randolph Churchill, and his son’s name was Sir Winston Churchill.

Source | Binary Mag

PONDER AND CONSIDER

  • What are you sowing? What you sow, so shall you reap

GOD’S HELP

A man was caught in a flood. First he was called and told to evacuate his home. He calmly refused, saying God would save him. The waters rushed the streets, climbing the foundations of the homes. When the streets were filled, a rescue team in a rubber raft called to him, and he again refused, saying God would save him. The power of the water deepened and the flood was crashing through the windows of his home. He was now perched on his roof. A helicopter came and he still refused, saying yet again that God would save him.

The flood did what floods do and he drowned. On the other side, he was angry and bitterly questioned God, “Why didn‘t You save me?! I kept my faith till the end!” And God, perplexed, replied, “I tried. I called and sent a raft and a helicopter. But you wouldn’t come.”

Source | Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening, pages 307-308

PONDER AND CONSIDER

Like the thought of love, God starts in everything unseeable, but comes to us plainly in the things of this world.

We don’t let go into trust until we’ve exhausted our egos. | Rob Lehman

  • Close your eyes and pray for one thing you need.
  • Breathe deeply until the prayer loses its words.
  • Open your eyes and enter your day listening to the things around you, for they carry what you need.

ASKING FOR A PUSH

It’s 3 a.m. and Maurice and Golda are woken up by a loud banging on their front door. Mamice gets up and opens the door to a drunken stranger standing in the pouring rain. “Can I have a push?” says the drunk.

“No you can’t,” says Maurice, “it’s three o’clock in the moming. Please go away, you’ll wake the children.”

Maurice shuts the door and goes back to bed.

“Who was that?” asks Golda.

“Just some drunk, dear, asking for a push,” Maurice replies.

“So did you help him?” Golda asks.

“No I didn’t. It’s 3 a.m. and it’s pouring rain,” replies Maurice.

Golda says, “Shame on you, Maurice. Have you already forgotten when our car broke down about six months ago and those two men helped us? I think you should help the man outside.”

So Maurice reluctantly does as he is told. He gets dressed, goes out into the pouring rain and calls out, “Hello, are you still there?”

“Yes,” comes back the answer.

“Do you still need a push?” Maurice shouts.

“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.

“So where are you?” asks Maurice.

“Over here on the swing,” replies the drunk.

Source | David Minkoff,   Jewish Jokes: A Clever Kosher Compilation

PONDER AND CONSIDER

People will continue to need a push in life from time to time. We may resist at first, making all kinds of excuses. We may give the push for the wrong reason or because we have received a push from someone else ourselves. And when we do in fact decide to go and offer a helping hand we may discover we have been taken for a ride! Then what?

  • What motivates you to help others?