{"id":1035,"date":"2016-08-15T23:05:46","date_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/reciprocity\/"},"modified":"2016-08-15T23:05:46","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:05:46","slug":"reciprocity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/reciprocity\/","title":{"rendered":"Reciprocity"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Echo<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Chuck Swindoll tells the story of a young boy who lived with his grandfather high in the Swiss Alps. Often, just to hear the echo of his voice, the boy would go outside, cup his hands around his mouth, and shout, \u201cHELLO!\u201d Up from the canyons the reply reverberated, \u201cHELLO\u2026HELLO\u2026hello\u2026hello\u2026\u201d Then he would call out, \u201cI LOVE YOU\u2026I LOVE YOU\u2026I love you\u2026I love you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>One day the boy seriously misbehaved and his grandfather disciplined him severely. Reacting violently, the child shook his fist and screamed. \u201cI HATE YOU!\u201d To his surprise, the rocks and boulders across the mountainside responded \u201cI HATE YOU\u2026I HATE YOU\u2026I hate you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, April 6, 1992<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Good Turn Repaid<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Many years ago two boys were working their way through Stanford University. Their funds got desperately low, and the idea came to them to engage Padarewski for a piano recital. They would use the funds to help pay their board and tuition.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The great pianist\u2019s manager asked for a guarantee of $2,000. The guarantee was a lot of money in those days, but the boys agreed and proceeded to promote the concert. They worked hard, only to find that they had grossed only $1,600.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>After the concert the two boys told the great artist the bad news. They gave him the entire $1,600, along with a promissory note for $400, explaining that they would earn the amount at the earliest possible moment and send the money to him. It looked like the end of their college careers.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cNo, boys,\u201d replied Padarewski, \u201cthat won\u2019t do.\u201d Then, tearing the note in two, he returned the money to them as well. \u201cNow,\u201d he told them, \u201ctake out of this $1,600 all of your expenses, and keep for each of you 10 percent of the balance for your work. Let me have the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The years rolled by\u2014World War I came and went. Padarewski, now premier of Poland, was striving to feed thousands of starving people in his native land. There was only one man in the world who could help him, Herbert Hoover, who was in charge of the U.S. Food and Relief Bureau. Hoover responded and soon thousands of tons of food were sent to Poland.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>After the starving people were fed, Padarewski journeyed to Paris to thank Hoover for the relief sent him.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cThat\u2019s all right, Mr. Padarewski,\u201d was Hoover\u2019s reply. \u201cBesides, you don\u2019t remember it, but you helped me once when I was a student at college, and I was in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Bits &amp; Pieces, August 22, 1991<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Echo Chuck Swindoll tells the story of a young boy who lived with his grandfather high in the Swiss Alps. Often, just to hear the echo of his voice, the boy would go outside, cup his hands around his mouth, and shout, \u201cHELLO!\u201d Up from the canyons the reply reverberated, \u201cHELLO\u2026HELLO\u2026hello\u2026hello\u2026\u201d Then he would call &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/reciprocity\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Reciprocity&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1035","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sermons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1035","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1035"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1035\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1035"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1035"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1035"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}