Seeing Beyond The Walls.


It's important to have gratitude in all things.  Even through the trials in life there is a divine purpose for developing gratitude, but it requires faith.  Faith is the virtue that allows us to building the spiritual muscles to stand before God and gratitude is the home where all virtues safely reside.

Many years ago I was driving to work when Paul Harvey came on the radio station.  Mr. Harvey's commentaries have graced the airwaves for decades; bringing the finest journalism into the hearts of millions.  On this particular morning he was narrating a story about positive thoughts and actions versus the negative in the lives of two men.   

The men were both recovering from surgeries and sharing the same room in the hospital.  One man had a bed by the window and the other was on the opposite side of the room.  As days passed by, the man next to the window could feel the despair and unhappiness of his roommate.  He felt compelled to brighten this man's life, so he pulled opened the curtain by his bedside and began to share the lovely view of the world below.   He described the beautiful park filled with children playing on the swings, the lovers arm in arm and beautiful swans gliding gracefully over the glassy pond.  Each day he described these wonderful things happening in the park with vivid details. 

The man on the opposite side of the room was intrigued and waited every morning with great anticipation to hear more about the outside world.  Soon his despair and unhappiness was replaced with the enthusiasm to live.  Although, he was unable to leave his bed or to see what was beyond the window pain, he imagined the beauty as it was being described by his new friend.  He imagined himself walking in the park, feeding the pigeons and sitting in the sun along the edge of the pond. 

One day he allowed selfishness to enter into his heart.  'Why does he have the bed by the window, I deserve my turn!'  He grumbled bitterly to himself.  Each day this bitterness grew until it consumed him and he could think of nothing else, but the guile of envy.  One night the man by the window seemed to be restless and he was having difficulties sleeping.  Hearing his friend's discomfort, the man on the other side of the room turned over with his face to the wall and mumbled, 'it serves him right' and he rolled over and fell asleep.

In the morning he awoke, he noticed that the bed by the window was empty and inquired about his friend.  He sat in sorrow as the nurse informed him that his roommate had died in the middle of the night.  After moments of sadness, he asked if he could have the bed by the window.  The nurse promptly moved him across the room and a few inches from the curtain, then she left the room.  He quickly reached over to the tassel hanging from the curtain and pulled it open with one swift motion.  There - just beyond the glass window was a solid brick wall.

Gratitude is the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation and willingness to return kindness.  It comes quietly when we listen with our hearts and desire to see with deserving eyes.  It has the power to change evil into good and a chaotic world into a heavenly place.   Anger and disdain surrender in the presence of gratitude and the world surrounding becomes an oases of peace.  by, Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.

The Christmas Orange.



When my children were young, one of our Christmas traditions was to visit family and friends during the holiday season.  We picked a night in December, prepared a basket of treats, and headed out into the snow covered streets to celebrate the spirit of Christmas.  
We always brought along a messages to share and one of our favorite short stories was “The Christmas Orange”.  This tender story reveals the innocent hearts of little children and their desire to create the true meaning of Christmas.  
The origin of this story is unknown and although, there are several interpretations, after 50 years, the message still rings true.  This is my version of this classic story. 
                                                

The Christmas Orange.

Jake lived in an orphanage with nine other boys his entire life.  During the wintertime any extra money went for coal to heat the old buildings.  Times were tough, but throughout the holiday season the buildings always seemed a little warmer and the food more plentiful.   
With Christmas approaching, excitement filled the orphanage.  The boys were anticipating a special gift and a treasure that was greatly desired.

On Christmas morning each child received an orange.  It was the only time of the year such a rare treat was provided and it was coveted like no other thing that they possession.  Each boy would save his orange for several days and admire the special gift.  It would be savored until the moment it would be eaten.  
Some would keep their orange until New Year's Day or later, much like many of us admire our Christmas tree and decorations until after the New Year to remind us of the joy of Christmas.
This particular Christmas Day, Jake had broken an orphanage rule by pushing one of the other boys.  The orphanage mother immediately took away Jake's orange and he was sent to his room as punishment for his actions. 
Jake spent Christmas Day empty and alone.  Nighttime came and he could not sleep.  Silently he sobbed thinking that this year he would not have an orange to cherish with the other boys.  
A soft hand placed on Jake’s shoulder had startled him and an object was quickly shoved into his hands.  Then the child disappeared into the dark and leaving Jake alone to discover a strange looking orange resting in the palms of his hands.  It was an orange made from the segments of nine other oranges and ever so carefully placed back into the orange peel.  There were nine highly prized oranges that had to be eaten that Christmas night, instead of admired and cherished until a later date.
Jake held in his little hands the true meaning of Christmas, the ultimate gift - a touch of human kindness.  It wasn’t delivered in a fancy package or tied with a bow, for it came in the quiet hours of the night and expecting nothing in return.  This simple little gift was given with the genuine love and intent to mend the heart of a wounded child, with a silent whisper that others care.  Revised by Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.

Food For Thought.

The happiest people in life don't necessarily have the best of everything, but they make the most of everything they have.

It will take a lifetime to become the person you deserve to be.

Sometimes education doesn't always lead to intelligence.

You can do something hastily in an instant that will bring on a lifetime of heartache.

Always leave with kind words, it may be the last time you see that person.

Be kind to all those you pass on the way up the latter of success for they will be the very same people you will pass on your way down. 

Heros do what has to be done regardless of the consequences. 

Sometimes you have the right to be angry, but never the right to be mean or cruel.

Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something entirely different. 

Your life can be changed in the twinkling of an eye by people who don't know you.

When you think you have nothing left to give, you have given up!

It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice. 

A soldier doesn't fight because he hates what's in front of him, he fights because he loves what's behind him. 

To error is human, to forgive is divine.

Sometimes the answer to a prayer is not that it changes life, but that it changes you. 

The only human institution that rejects progress is the cemetery.

If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

What matters is not the idea a person holds, but the depth at which he believes it.  

Seeing is not believing; believing is seeing!  You see things, not as they are, but as you are.

Do what you want to do as if you knew you couldn't fail!

If you want to be remembered borrow some money, it you want to be forgotten lend some!

The mind's job is to validate what it thinks.

You are only one thought away from happiness.

If the only prayer you ever had was in your heart, that would suffice.