THE BRICK

A young and very successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.


As his car passed and no children appeared, instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes, spun the Jag back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed some kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?"

Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's a new car and that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you do it?"



"Please, mister, please, I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop."



Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car.



It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curband fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair.



He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He helped the boy back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay.



"Thank you, sir! God bless you!"



He then watched the boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long walk back to his Jaguar, and he never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone would have to throw a brick at him to get his attention.



Life whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes, when we don't have the time to listen...life throws a brick

at your head.

It's our choice: We can listen to the whispers of our soul or wait for the brick.

GOD'S CHAIR

A blessed day to all…for the forth coming days I will share with you some of the most inspiring and encouraging forwarded messages that I received and almost forgottenly stored in my inbox. Maybe most of us already read this thousand times but from reading it again and again, new wisdom will be revealed . I prayed that may every word of this articles uplift our spirit once again and remind us that life is beautiful..but Life with Jesus is even more beautiful...

God's Chair

A man's daughter had asked the local pastor to come and pray with her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The pastor assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.

"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?"
"I'm the new associate at your local church," the
pastor replied. "When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up."
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"

Puzzled, the pastor shut the door. "I've never told
anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it always went
right over my head. I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago my best friend said to me,

'Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here's what I suggest: Sit down on a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I'll be with you always.' Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing with me right now.'

So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful, though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me to off to the funny farm."

The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor that her daddy had died that afternoon.

"Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked.
"Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange, in fact, beyond strange--really weird. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."


--author unknown

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 4:7