Always a way...

He was alone from the beginning. His mother, a strong woman, lost her second husband because she regularly beat him up. She was divorced two times and now two months before the birth of her child her present husband dies of a heart attach. The boy was alone with no nurture or affection. She was too busy for him. The example of the perfect American family was living at the same time. That family nurtured and loved their children. They had time for them. It was evident upon the children's faces. These were two different families moving towards one cold November day. His childhood was spent in loneliness. He was forbidden to call his mother at work, so he lived his life in seclusion. Surrounded by people, yet disliked by all because he didn't like himself. Ridicule and shame would be his future and it would unfold. We watched the American family with pictures of love. It was evident they enjoyed being with each other. Dad appeared to love mom. Mom loved dad. They loved thei

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can

It started in the garden, Adam said to God, "The woman whom You gave to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate." It was God's fault for giving him the woman, it was the woman's fault. Adam took no responsibility for anything he simply blamed others, even God. This is what happens when man tries to reason things out on his own. God had been very specific on his instructions, and left to trusting God and his word, Adam would have been fine. Today we would call this passing the buck, we have built elaborate excuses for just about any wrong doing and even we Christians do our share of this. We murmur against God by making up all kinds of excuses for the blessings of God not working in our life. In the book of Exodus we read of the most awesome signs and wonders that mankind has ever seen, and yet it seemingly made little or no difference to the children. They exhibited some of the most faithless behavior that man is capable of. They witnessed ten plagues, the las

A ride worthy going for.... At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like the President. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I didn't really know Him. But later on when I recognized my Higher Power, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride; but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that God was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since...life with my God makes life exciting. When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places and at breakneck speeds. It was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said "pedal." I worried and was an