Three Trees<\/b><\/p>\n
Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.<\/p>\n
The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: \u201cI want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I\u2019ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!\u201d<\/p>\n
The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. \u201cI want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I\u2019ll be the strongest ship in the world!\u201d<\/p>\n
The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. \u201cI don\u2019t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they\u2019ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n
Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.<\/p>\n
The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, \u201cThis tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.\u201d With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I shall be made into a beautiful chest. I shall hold wonderful treasure!\u201d the first tree said.<\/p>\n
The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, \u201cThis tree is strong. It is perfect for me.\u201d With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I shall sail mighty waters!\u201d thought the second tree. \u201cI shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!\u201d<\/p>\n
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven.<\/p>\n
But the woodcutter never even looked up. \u201cAny kind of tree will do for me,\u201d he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.<\/p>\n
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter\u2019s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals.<\/p>\n
The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.<\/p>\n
The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail on an ocean, or even a river; instead, she was taken to a little lake.<\/p>\n
The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d the once tall tree wondered. \u201cAll I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God…\u201d<\/p>\n
Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.<\/p>\n
But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I could make a cradle for him,\u201d her husband whispered.<\/p>\n
The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. \u201cThis manger is beautiful,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.<\/p>\n
One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake.<\/p>\n
Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain.<\/p>\n
The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, \u201cPeace.\u201d The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.<\/p>\n
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man\u2019s hands to her.<\/p>\n
She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.<\/p>\n
But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth tremble with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God\u2019s love had changed everything.<\/p>\n
It had made the third tree strong.<\/p>\n
And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.<\/p>\n
That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.<\/p>\n
The next time you feel down because you didn\u2019t get what you want, sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.<\/p>\n
Source unknown<\/p>\n
Basketball Coach<\/b><\/p>\n
The magazine article summarized the life of a former winning NCAA basketball coach and network sports announcer. Throughout his colorful coaching career he had been obsessed with the game and with winning. But years later, stricken with cancer, he came to realize the triviality of the goods and values to which he had been passionately devoted. \u201cYou get sick and you say to yourself, \u2018Sports means nothing,\u2019 and that feels terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Because he had spent little time with his wife and children, he confessed, \u201cI figured I\u2019d have 20 years in the big time, who knows, maybe win three national titles, then pack it in at 53 or 54 \u2026 I was going to make it all up to them, all the time I\u2019d been away. \u2026 It sounds so silly now \u2026 But it went on and on, that insatiable desire to conquer the world.\u201d – VCG<\/p>\n
Our Daily Bread, Sept.-Nov. 1997, page for October 17.<\/p>\n
Exceeding Expectations<\/b><\/p>\n
As chairman of TLC Beatrice International Holdings, Loida Lewis has made a habit of defying the odds. After the 1993 death of her husband, Reg Lewis, it was widely assumed that his widow would remain a silent partner. She didn\u2019t. Holding more than 50 percent of the stock, Lewis announced that she was taking over the $2.1-billion snack-food and grocery business. Wall Street thought the inexperienced Lewis would surely flop.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t. Instead she recharged Beatrice, which was mired in debt, and returned the company to the black. As part of her management style, she writes down managers\u2019 assigned tasks on a chalkboard, erasing each entry as the job is completed. \u201cI know where I want this company to go,\u201d she says,\u201d and I know how I want to get there.\u201d – Thomas McCarroll in Time<\/p>\n
Reader\u2019s Digest, April, 1997, pp. 134-135.<\/p>\n
Eye on the Ball<\/b><\/p>\n
One time when Michigan State was playing UCLA in football, the score was tied at 14 with only seconds to play. Duffy Daugherty, Michigan State\u2019s coach, sent in place kicker Dave Kaiser who booted a field goal that won the game.<\/p>\n
When the kicker returned to the bench, Daugherty said, \u201cnice going, but you didn\u2019t watch the ball after you kicked it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s right, Coach,\u201d Kaiser replied. \u201cI was watching the referee instead to see how he\u2019d signal it. I forgot my contact lenses, and I couldn\u2019t see the goal posts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bits & Pieces, September 15, 1994, pp. 7-8<\/p>\n
Things to Consider<\/b><\/p>\n
1. Cut your lofty goals in half.<\/p>\n
2. Be specific about your goals.<\/p>\n
3. Write down how you will do it.<\/p>\n
4. Don\u2019t make too many resolutions.<\/p>\n
5. Keep your goals realistic.<\/p>\n
6. Consider finding a partner.<\/p>\n
7. Keep track of your progress.<\/p>\n
8. Think of each new day as a new beginning.<\/p>\n
Source unknown<\/p>\n
Expectations<\/b><\/p>\n
Most of us do not accomplish much because we do not expect to accomplish very much.<\/p>\n
\u2022 A. B. Simpson indicated the majority of us when he said, \u201cOur God has boundless resources. The only limit is in us. Our asking, our thinking, our praying are too small. Our expectations are too limited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 J. Hudson Taylor observed, \u201cMany Christians estimate difficulties in the light of their own resources, and thus attempt little and often fail in the little they attempt.\u201d<\/p>\n
You Can Win!, Roger F. Campbell, 1985, SP Publications, pp. 10-11.<\/p>\n
Premarital Sex<\/b><\/p>\n
A study at a Midwestern school showed that 80% of the women who had intercourse hoped to marry their partner. Only 12% of the men had the same expectation<\/p>\n
Robert J. Collins in the Chicago Tribune, quoted in HIS, February, 1976.<\/p>\n
Flight 401<\/b><\/p>\n
It was Flight 401 bound for Miami from New York City with a load of holiday passengers. As the huge aircraft approached the Miami Airport for its landing, a light that indicates proper deployment of the landing gear failed to come on. The plane flew in a large, looping circle over the swamps of the Everglades while the cockpit crew checked out the light failure. Their question was this, had the landing gear actually not deployed or was it just the light bulb that was defective?<\/p>\n
To begin with, the flight engineer fiddled with the bulb. He tried to remove it, but it wouldn\u2019t budge. Another member of the crew tried to help out \u2026 and then another. By and by, if you can believe it, all eyes were on the little light bulb that refused to be dislodged from its socket. No one noticed that the plane was losing altitude. Finally, it dropped right into a swamp. Many were killed in that plane crash. While an experienced crew of high-priced and seasoned pilots messed around with a seventy-five-cent light bulb, an entire airplane and many of its passengers were lost. The crew momentarily forgot the most basic of all rules of the air\u2014\u201cDon\u2019t forget to fly the airplane!\u201d<\/p>\n
The same thing can happen to the local church. The preacher and elders can be so busy fighting petty fires and focusing so much of their attention on insignificant issues that they lose sight of what church is all about. The church can have so many activities, programs, projects, committee meetings, banquets, and community involvements\u2014so many wheels spinning without really accomplishing anything of eternal significance\u2014that the congregation forgets its primary objective.<\/p>\n
Many churches are like that impressive invention which had hundreds of wheels, coils, gears, pulleys, belts, bells and lights which all went around and around and flashed at the touch of a button. When the inventor was asked about the function of the weird machine, he replied, \u201cWhat does it do? Oh, it doesn\u2019t do anything, but doesn\u2019t it run beautifully?\u201d<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s not be like Flight 401 or the invention that doesn\u2019t do anything! Our primary objective is to win this lost world to Jesus Christ.<\/p>\n
From Dropping Your Guard by Charles R. Swindoll<\/p>\n
Low Aim<\/b><\/p>\n
The poet James Russell Lowell has said it so well:<\/p>\n
Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write His word or two, And then comes night.<\/p>\n
Greatly begin, though thou have time But for a line, Be that sublime, Not failure, but low aim, is crime.<\/p>\n
The Pursuit of Excellence, Ted W. Engstrom, 1982, Zondervan, p. 92.<\/p>\n
Quotes<\/b><\/p>\n
\u2022 In the long run men hit only what they aim at. – Henry David Thoreau<\/p>\n
\u2022 Most people don\u2019t know what they really want\u2014but they\u2019re sure they haven\u2019t got it. – Alfred E. Newman<\/p>\n
\u2022 If you don\u2019t know where you\u2019re going, you\u2019ll probably end up somewhere else.<\/p>\n
\u2022 Many a man has an excellent aim in life, but no ammunition. – C.C. Colton<\/p>\n
\u2022 You must have long range goals to keep you from being frustrated by short-term failures. – Charles C. Noble.<\/p>\n
\u2022 Every moment of life is granted us for one purpose: becoming like our dear Lord. That ultimate, all-embracing end is reached through a multitude of nearer and intermediate ones. – Alexander MacLaren<\/p>\n
\u2022 When we are foolish, we want to conquer the world; when we are wise, we want to conquer self. Our life is measured not by what we win; our life is measured by the thing we strive for. – G. H. Morrison<\/p>\n
Sources unknown<\/p>\n
Resource<\/b><\/p>\n
\u2022 Holy Sweat, Tim Hansel, Word, 1987, p. 85<\/p>\n
Lost Ticket<\/b><\/p>\n
Former Senator Dwight W. Morrow searched in vain to find his railroad ticket as he was on a train leaving New York City. \u201cI must find that ticket,\u201d he muttered. The conductor, who stood waiting beside him, said, \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it, Mr. Morrow. We know you had a ticket. Just mail it to the railroad when you find it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what\u2019s troubling me,\u201d replied Morrow, \u201cI need to find it to know where I\u2019m going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our Daily Bread, September 11, 1992<\/p>\n
All Men Dream<\/b><\/p>\n
T. E. Lawrence once said, \u201cAll men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to the day to find it was all vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for the many act out their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible…\u201d<\/p>\n
Source unknown<\/p>\n
Spot Bowling<\/b><\/p>\n
Imagine what the game of bowling would be like if you couldn\u2019t see the pins you were trying to hit. In 1933, Bill Knox did just that\u2014and bowled a perfect game. In Philadelphia\u2019s Olney Alleys, Bill had a screen placed just above the fowl line to obscure his view of the lane. His purpose was to demonstrate the technique of spot bowling, which involves throwing the ball at a selected floor mark on the near end of the lane. Like many bowlers, Bill knew that you can do better if you aim at a mark close to you that\u2019s in line with the pins. He proved his point with a perfect 300 game of 12 strikes in a row.<\/p>\n
Spot bowling illustrates part of a wise approach to life. When Paul wrote to the Thessalonians about the return of Christ, he reminded them that the ultimate goal of their salvation was to \u201cbe preserved blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ\u201d (5:23). Paul taught them to focus their eyes on near actions that were in line with that goal. He urged them to comfort one another, help the weak, warn the wayward, pray without ceasing, and rejoice always. Then he added that we must do this in the power of Christ who is working in us (vv. 23\u201324).<\/p>\n
Lord, help us to see what we can do today that will keep us focused on Your eternal goal for us. – M.R.D. II<\/p>\n
Our Daily Bread, August 4, 1992<\/p>\n
Alice in Wonderland<\/b><\/p>\n
In Alice in Wonderland, when Alice comes to a junction in the road that leads in different directions, she asks the Cheshire Cat, \u201cCheshire-Puss…would you tell me please, which way I ought to go from here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends a good deal on where you want to go to,\u201d said the Cat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t much care where,\u201d replied Alice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it doesn\u2019t matter which way you go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daily Walk, May 31, 1992.<\/p>\n
Yogi Berra<\/b><\/p>\n
There is a story involving Yogi Berra, the well-known catcher for the New York Yankees, and Hank Aaron, who at that time was the chief power hitter for the Milwaukee Braves. The teams were playing in the World Series, and as usual Yogi was keeping up his ceaseless chatter, intended to pep up his teammates on the one hand, and distract the Milwaukee batters on the other. As Aaron came to the plate, Yogi tried to distract him by saying, \u201cHenry, you\u2019re holding the bat wrong. You\u2019re supposed to hold it so you can read the trademark.\u201d Aaron didn\u2019t say anything, but when the next pitch came he hit it into the left-field bleachers. After rounding the bases and tagging up at home plate, Aaron looked at Yogi Berra and said, \u201cI didn\u2019t come up here to read.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nehemiah: Learning to Lead, J. M. Boice, Revell, 1990, p. 38<\/p>\n
Lee Trevino<\/b><\/p>\n
Lee Trevino, winner of many professional golf tournaments, is not noted for a classic golf swing. \u201cSo long as the ball goes where you want it to,\u201d says Trevino, \u201cit don\u2019t make any difference.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bits and Pieces, December, 1990<\/p>\n
Surmounting Difficult Odds<\/b><\/p>\n
Dr. Ari Kiev of Cornell University observed that from the moment people decided to concentrate all their energies on a specific objective, they began to surmount the most difficult odds. He concluded, \u201cThe establishment of a goal is the key to successful living.\u201d<\/p>\n
Today in the Word, July, 1990, p. 14<\/p>\n
Eric Sevarid<\/b><\/p>\n
Well-known commentator and author Eric Sevarid said that the best lesson he ever learned was the principle of the \u201cnext mile.\u201d He recalled how he learned the principle:<\/p>\n
\u201cDuring World War II, I and several others had to parachute from a crippled Army transport plane into the mountainous jungle on the Burma-India border. It was several weeks before an armed relief expedition could reach us, and then we began a painful, plodding march out to civilized India. We were faced by a 140-mile trek, over mountains in August heat and monsoon rains.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the first hour of the march I rammed a boot nail deep into one foot; by evening I had bleeding blisters the size of 50-cent pieces on both feet. Could I hobble 140 miles? Could the others, some in worse shape than I, complete such a distance?<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were convinced we could not. But we could hobble to that ridge, we could make the next friendly village for the night. And that, of course, was all we had to do…\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric Sevarid used the \u201cnext mile\u201d principle many other times during his career, whether the task was writing a book or writing scripts for radio and television.<\/p>\n
Bits and Pieces, February, 1990, pp. 11-12<\/p>\n
Goin\u2019 Huntin\u2019<\/b><\/p>\n
A boy was walking along a dusty country road, a rifle slung over his shoulder. A man in a car saw the boy, stopped and asked him what he was hunting. \u201cDon\u2019t know,\u201d said the boy. \u201cI ain\u2019t seen it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
C. Swindoll, Growing Strong, p. 138<\/p>\n
Swimming the English Channel<\/b><\/p>\n
It was a fog-shrouded morning, July 4, 1952, when a young woman named Florence Chadwick waded into the water off Catalina Island. She intended to swim the channel from the island to the California coast. Long-distance swimming was not new to her; she had been the first woman to swim the English Channel in both directions.<\/p>\n
The water was numbing cold that day. The fog was so thick she could hardly see the boats in her party. Several times sharks had to be driven away with rifle fire. She swam more than 15 hours before she asked to be taken out of the water. Her trainer tried to encourage her to swim on since they were so close to land, but when Florence looked, all she saw was fog. So she quit. . . only one-mile from her goal.<\/p>\n
Later she said, \u201cI\u2019m not excusing myself, but if I could have seen the land I might have made it.\u201d It wasn\u2019t the cold or fear or exhaustion that caused Florence Chadwick to fail. It was the fog.<\/p>\n
Many times we too fail, not because we\u2019re afraid or because of the peer pressure or because of anything other than the fact that we lose sight of the goal. Maybe that\u2019s why Paul said, \u201cI press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus\u201d (Phil. 3:14).<\/p>\n
Two months after her failure, Florence Chadwick walked off the same beach into the same channel and swam the distance, setting a new speed record, because she could see the land.<\/p>\n
– John Cochran<\/p>\n
Source unknown<\/p>\n
First Moon Walk<\/b><\/p>\n
It started like so many evenings. Mom and Dad at home and Jimmy playing after dinner. Mom and Dad were absorbed with jobs and did not notice the time. It was a full moon and some of the light seeped through the windows. Then Mom glanced at the clock. \u201cJimmy, it\u2019s time to go to bed. Go up now and I\u2019ll come and settle you later.\u201d Unlike usual, Jimmy went straight upstairs to his room. An hour or so later his mother came up to check if all was well, and to her astonishment found that her son was staring quietly out of his window at the moonlit scenery. \u201cWhat are you doing, Jimmy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m looking at the moon, Mommy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, it\u2019s time to go to bed now.\u201d<\/p>\n
As one reluctant boy settled down, he said, \u201cMommy, you know one day I\u2019m going to walk on the moon.\u201d<\/p>\n
Who could have known that the boy in whom the dream was planted that night would survive a near fatal motorbike crash which broke almost every bone in his body, and would bring to fruition this dream 32 years later when James Irwin stepped on the moon\u2019s surface, just one of the 12 representatives of the human race to have done so?<\/p>\n
Source unknown<\/p>\n
General Patton<\/b><\/p>\n
General George Patton would often ask soldiers, \u201cWhat is your mission?\u201d Being able to articulate clearly the current mission was the most important piece of information a soldier could carry in combat.<\/p>\n
Gordon McDonald, Ordering Our Private World, p. 181<\/p>\n
We\u2019ll Know When We Get There<\/b><\/p>\n
Inscribed on the doorway of the volunteer fire department in a small Minnesota town is the slogan: \u201cWe\u2019ll know where we\u2019re going when we get there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pastoral Renewal, 10\u201386, p. 2<\/p>\n
Roger Staubach<\/b><\/p>\n
Roger Staubach, former quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys, was a plebe in his first summer at the U.S. Naval Academy, and expected to be unobtrusive in the presence of upperclassmen. At breakfast one Sunday, however, an upperclassman began prodding Roger. He was backup quarterback on the football team, and was well aware that soon Roger would be in competition with him. \u201cHey, Staubach!\u201d he barked. \u201cI hear you\u2019re going to take my job away. Is that right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, sir,\u201d replied Roger.<\/p>\n
The upperclassman pressed the issue. \u201cThat\u2019s strange,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m sure that\u2019s what I heard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is your job, sir?\u201d asked Roger.<\/p>\n
\u201cNumber two quarterback,\u201d the upperclassman announced.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going to take your job away, sir,\u201d Roger assured him.<\/p>\n
The upperclassman seemed satisfied until Roger added, \u201cIt\u2019s the starting-quarterback job that I\u2019m going to take, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
And he did.<\/p>\n
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