The Power of Love and Anger

The Power of Love and Anger

While a man was polishing his car, his 4 year old son picked up a rock and started to scratch lines onto the sides of his car. In anger, the man took the child’s hand and began hitting it several times; not realizing he was using a wrench.

At the hospital, the child lost all of his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father…with painful eyes he asked, “Dad, when will my fingers grow back?” The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and started to kick it several times.

Devastated by his own actions…sitting in front of his car he looked at the scratches…his son had written. His son had scratched the words “I LOVE YOU DAD.” The next day the man committed suicide.

Anger and Love have no limits and are both very powerful emotions. Here are several things that we should always remember…

THINGS are to be USED and PEOPLE are to be LOVED, but the problem in today’s world is that PEOPLE are USED and THINGS are LOVED.  

Let’s be careful to keep this thought in mind; THINGS are to be USED, but PEOPLE need to be LOVED.

Do you LOVE THINGS more and USE PEOPLE or do you LOVE PEOPLE more and USE THINGS?

Watch your THOUGHTS; they become WORDS.

Watch your WORDS; they become ACTIONS.

Watch your ACTIONS they become HABITS.

Watch your HABITS; they become your CHARACTER.

Watch your CHARACTER; it becomes your DESTINY.

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Author: Unknown

Photo Credit: DVS1mn

Source: booksie.com

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A Christmas Story of Giving: The Gold Slippers

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A Christmas Story of Giving: The Gold Slippers
~ Author Unknown ~
It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn't yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our local discount store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles. Why did I come today? I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if I didn't buy them anything. Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items, I considered gift-buying anything but fun.

Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait. In front of me were two small children -- a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl's clothing resembled her brother's. Her head was a matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face. She carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house slippers.

As the Christmas music sounded in the store's stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily. When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl carefully placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure.

The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said.
The boy laid his crumpled dollars on top of the stand while he searched his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put them back, " he bravely said. "We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow."

With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But Jesus would have loved these shoes, “she cried.

"Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back," he said.

Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, "Thank you lady."

"What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked.

The boy answered, "Our mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus."

The girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't mommy be beautiful walking on those streets to match these shoes?"

My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear streaked face. "Yes" I answered, "I am sure she will."

Silently I thanked God for using these children to remind me of the true spirit of giving.

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