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SHARED EMAIL CLASSICS: “HUT ON FIRE”

Hut On Fire

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.
But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had
happened-everything was lost! He was stunned with grief and anger.
“God, how could you do this to me?” he cried.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.
“How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers.
“We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.
For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive answer for it.

We say, “It’s impossible.”
God says: “All things are possible” (Luke 18:27).

We say, “I’m too tired.”
God says: “I will give you rest” (Matt 11:28-20).

We say, “Nobody really loves me.”
God says: “I love you” (John 3:16 – John 13:34).

We say, “I can’t go on.”
God says: “My grace is sufficient” (II Cor. 12:9 – Psalm 91:15).

We say, “I can’t figure things out.”
God says: “I will direct your steps” (Proverbs 3:5-6).

We say, “I can’t do it.”
God says: “You can do all things” (Phil 4:13).

We say, “It’s not worth it.”
God says: “It will be worth it” (Romans 8:28).

We say, “I can’t forgive myself.”
God says: “I forgive you” (I John 1:9 – Romans 8:1).

We say, “I can’t manage.”
God says: “I will supply all your needs” (Phil 4:19).

We say, “I’m afraid.”
God says: “I have not given you a spirit of fear” (II Tim. 1:7).

We say, “I’m always worried and frustrated.”
God says: “Cast all your cares on ME”(I Peter 5:7).

We say, “I don’t have enough faith.”
God says: “I’ve given everyone a measure of faith” (Romans 12:3).

We say, “I’m not smart enough.”
God says: “I give you wisdom” (I Cor. 1:30).

We say, “I feel all alone.”
God says: “I will never leave you or forsake you” (Heb. 13:5).

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SHARED EMAIL STORIES: 1,000 MARBLES

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.
Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind: he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.”

I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.

“Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital.”

He continued, “Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities.”

And that’s when he began to explain his theory of  “A Thousand Marbles.”

“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years. Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.”

“Now, stick with me, Tom, I’m getting to the important part. It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail.”

He went on, “And by that time I had lived through over 2,800 Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the basement next to my gear. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focus more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.”

“Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.”

“It was nice to meet you, Tom. I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 75 Year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, Good morning!”

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off.

I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.

“C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.”
“What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles …”
 

SHARED E-MAIL STORIES: CEMETERY NUTS

On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by the cemetery fence. One day two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.

“One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy. Some were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.” He knew what it was. “Oh my,” he shuddered, “it’s Satan and the Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery.”
He jumped back on his bike and rode off.

Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. “Come here quick,” said the boy, “you won’t believe what I heard. Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.”

Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me. . .”

The old man whispered, “Boy, you’ve been tellin’ the truth. Let’s see if we can see the devil himself.”

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, but were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of Satan.
At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now let’s get those nuts by the fence, and we’ll be done.”

Quicker than you can bat an eye, the old man was gone, made it back to town a full 5 minutes before the boy!

 

NEW SERIES: SHARED E-MAIL STORIES

Today, we begin a new series, in which we share those “e-mail stories,” which we have all received … from friends and co-workers …
These are stories I have personally received over the years, which we have saved, and wish to begin sharing with you now.
These are stories which have made us laugh, cry … or, just think …

We all get them … I think of all those times when, from “out of the blue,” I would get an email that seemed to address just what I needed … If … only what I needed was a smile or a laugh …

Enjoy!