God’s way is best

The polyps which construct the coral reefs, work away under water, never dreaming that they are building the foundation of a new island on which, by-and-by, plants and animals will live and children be born and fitted for eternal glory.
If your place in God’s ranks is a hidden and secluded one, do not murmur, do not complain, do not seek to get out of God’s will, if He has placed you there, for without the polyps, the coral reefs would never be built, and God needs some who are willing to be spiritual polyps, and work away out of sight of men, but in full view of Heaven.

Gods way

The day will come when God will give the rewards, and He makes no mistakes, although some people may wonder how you came to merit such a reward, as they had never heard of you before.

Just where you stand in the conflict
There is your place
Just where you think you are useless
Hide not your face
God placed you there for a purpose
Whatever it be
Think He has chosen you for it
Work loyally.
Gird on your armour ! Be faithful
At toil or rest
Whatever it e, never doubting
Out in the fight or on picket
Stand firm and true
This is the work which your Master
Gives you to do.
Safely we may leave the crowded meeting, the inspiring mountain top, the helpful fellowship of men and betake ourselves to our dim homely Emmaus, or to our dread public Colossae, or even to our far Macedonia, quietly confident that just where He has placed us, in the usual round  of life, He ordains that the borderland may be possessed, the victory won.
—————Northcote Deck. 

Faint not

It is the last step that wins ; and there is no place in the pilgrim’s progress where so many dangers lurk as the region that lies hard by the portals of the Celestial City.  It was there that Doubting Castle.  It was there that the enchanted ground  lured the tired traveller to fatal slumber.  Let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season  we shall reap, if we FAINT NOT.  So, run, that we may obtain.
faith in GodIn the bitter waves of woe
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds that blow
From the desolate shores of doubt
Where the anchors that faith has cast
Are dragging in the gale
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail.
And fierce though the fiends may fight
And long though the angels hide
I know that truth and right
Have the universe on their side
And that somewhere beyond the stars
Is a love that is better than fate
When the night unlocks her bars
I shall see Him — and I will wait.
To get great things from God, we must hold on for the last hour. We can afford to lose anything and everything if we do not lose our faith in God.
The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing
Bright were the blossoms on every bough
 I trusted Him when the roses were blooming
I trust Him now.
Small were my faith, should it weakly falter
Now that the roses have ceased to blow
Frail were the trust that now should alter
Doubting His love when storm clouds grow.
——— The Song of a Bird in a Winter Storm.

Who let the thieves in?

There is a story of a rich landlord.  One day, a group of thieves wanted to rent a room.  He did not know that they were thieves, so he took them in as tenants.  They lived there for a month, and when the next month’s rent was due, they said that due to some financial setbacks, they would delay the payment.  This went on for several months, until the landlord discovered that they were a gang of thieves.  so, he sought his Master’s advice.  The master said, “Go to the police department, and see if anyone there is in need of a good apartment and if need be, lower the rent to make it attractive.  When the thieves meet him and learn that he is a police officer, they will move out on their own”.  The man did as the Master advised him to do, and sure enough, the thieves quickly moved out.  They never paid the rent, but at least the other tenants could live in peace.
Similarly, we want to protect our homes from thieves.  But, do we ever worry about the thieves that enter our body and our mind ?  We have allowed thieves to enter, and they are causing havoc.  These thieves are anger, greed, attachment, ego, etc,.  Have we, ever, taken care to keep negative qualities from our inner home ?  These thieves make us angry, greedy and selfish.  They make us intolerant and egotistical.  They rob us of our true wealth —our spirituality.——–Instead of growing, spiritually, we are wrapped up in the drama of these negative traits.  Our true wealth is our soul and our connection to God within.  We are robbed of our true wealth, because these thieves occupy our thoughts.  We want to become ethical people, but, these  thieves drag us into their never-ending play of insanity.  We want to be selfless, but they keep us occupied with our own wants and needs.  They ruin our peace of mind, thus we are always in a state of turmoil.
The landlord’s Master advised him to bring in a police officer to get rid of the thieves.  Who is the police officer, who can help us to get rid of the thieves who have taken possession of our very being ?  Great Masters have given us the police officer of meditation.  By engaging in meditation, the thieves that want to rob us of our union with God, will fly away, and we will reach our spiritual goal of reuniting the soul with God.
—-Sant Rajinder Singh.

As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten…Rev 3:19

God takes the most eminent and choicest of His children for the choicest and most eminent afflictions.  They who have received most grace from God, are able to bear the afflictions He sends.
If all my days were sunny, could I say
In His fair land He wipes all tears away ?
If I were never weary, could I keep
Close to my heart, ” He gives Hid loved ones sleep ?
My winter and my tears and weariness
Everything may be His way to bless
I call them ills, yet that can surely be
Nothing but love that shows my Lord to me.
When they buried the blind preacher, George Matheson, they lined his grave with red roses, in memory of his love-life of sacrifice.  And, it was this man, so beautifully and significantly honoured, who wrote :
O LOVE that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in Thee
I give Thee back the life I owe
That in Thy ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O LIGHT that follows all my way
I yield my flickering torch to Thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O JOY that seeks me through pain
I cannot close my heart to Thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O CROSS that lifts up my head
I dare not ask to fly from Thee
I lay in dust life’s glory dead
And from the ground the blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
There is a legend of an artist, who had found the secret of a wonderful red, which no other artist could imitate.  The secret of the colour died with him.  But, after his death, an old wound was discovered over his heart.  This revealed the source of the matchless hue in his paintings. The legend teaches us, that no great achievement can be made, no lofty attainment reached, nothing of much value to the world done, SAVE AT THE COST OF HEART’S BLOOD.
——Joseph Caryl.

God’s peace is everlasting

As we pass beneath the hills which have been shaken by the earthquake and torn by convulsion, we find that periods of perfect repose succeed those of destruction.  The pools of calm water lie clear beneath their fallen rocks, the water lilies gleam, and the reeds whisper among the shadows; the village rises again over the forgotten graves, and its Church tower, white through the storm twilight, proclaims a renewed appeal to His protection “in whose hand are all the corners of the earth, and the strength of the hills is His also”.——Ruskin.


God ploughed one day with an earthquake,

And drove His furrows deep!

The huddling plains upstarted,

The hills were all asleep !

But that is the mountains’ secret,

Age-hidden in their breast;

“God’s peace is everlasting”,

Are the dream-words of their rest.

He made them the haunts of beauty,

The home elect of His grace;

He spreads His mornings upon them,

His sunsets light their face.

His winds bring messages to them,

Wild storm-news from the main;

They sing it down the valleys,

In the love-song of the rain.

They are nurseries for young rivers,

Nests for His flying cloud,

Homesteads for new-born races,

Masterful, free and proud.

The people of tired cities

Come up to their shrines and pray;

God freshens again within them,

As He passes by all day.

And, lo, I have caught their secret !

The beauty deeper than all !

 This faith –that life’s hard moments,

When the jarring sorrow befalls

Are but God ploughing His mountains;

And those mountains yet shall be

The source of His grace and freshness

And His peace everlasting to me.

——–William C. Gannett.

Have Faith

Mrs. Rounds :————When my little son was 10 years old, his grandmother promised him a stamp album for Christmas.  Christmas came, but no stamp album, and no word from grandmother.  The matter, however, was not mentioned; but when is playmates came to see his Christmas presents, I was astonished, after he had named over this and that as GIFTS RECEIVED, to hear him add, “AND A STAMP ALBUM FROM GRANDMOTHER”.

John_20_29-1-1-1-1-1-1I had heard it several times, when I called him to me, and said, “But, Georgie, you did not get an album from grandmother.  Why do you say so ?”  There was a wondering look on his face, as if he thought it strange that I should ask such a question, and he replied, “Well, mamma, grandma SAID, so it is the same AS”.  I could not say a word to check his faith. 

A month went by, and nothing was heard from the album.  Finally, one day, I said, to test his faith, and really wondering in my heart why the album had not been sent.  “Well, Georgie, I think grandma has forgotten her promise”.  “Oh, no, mamma,” he quickly and firmly said, “she hasn’t”.  I watched the dear, trusting face, which, for a while, looked ver sober, as if debating the possibilities I had suggested.  Finally a bright light passed over it and he said, “Mamma, do you think it would do any good if I should write to her THANKING her for the album ?”  “I do not know,” I said, “but you might try it “. 

A rich spiritual truth began to dawn upon me. In a few minutes a letter was prepared and committed to the mail, and he went off whistling his confidence in his grandma.  in just a short time a letter came, saying : “My dear Georgie : I have not forgotten my promise to you, of an album.  I tried to get such a book as you desired, but could not get the sort you wanted; so I sent on to New York.  It did not get here till after Christmas and it was still not right, so I sent for another, and as it has not come as yet, I send you three dollars to get one in Chicago.  Your loving grandma”. 

As he read the letter, his face was the face of a victor.  “now, mamma, didn’t I tell you?” came from the depths of a heart that never doubted, “AGAINST HOPE, BELIEVED IN HOPE”  It is so human to want sight, when we step out on the promises of God, but our Saviour said to Thomas, and to the long roll of doubters, “BLESSED ARE THEY WHO HAVE NOT SEEN, AND YET HAVE BELIEVED”.

Believing in the impossible before breakfast

This is the title of Osho’s book.

Why believe in the impossible before breakfast ?  Osho masterfully turns everything into meditation.  He says : In the morning, when you have just awakened, have a look around you, listen to the chirping of the birds, so that consciously you can see who you are.  This is meditation is all about.  When the whole atmosphere is awake, you can ride on this tide of awakening, and you can enter into your being——AWAKE, ALERT, AWARE, and your whole day will be transformed, because then YOU WLL HAVE A DIFFERENT ORIENTATION.

185_Believing_the_Impossible_bigWhen you are just out of sleep, you are closer to your higher self.  The negative mind is not yet functioning, as you are in tune with your being.  Therefore, it is easier to believe in your hidden potential.  Once you believe it deeply, you can garner strength, which makes the impossible——–POSSIBLE.

Satya Nadella, the new CEO of Microsoft, paraphrased Oscar Wilde’s quote :  We need to believe in the impossible and remove the improbable.  The original quote goes thus :  Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable.

Why ? Because the impossible is just an idea, which can never materialise, so one doesn’t have to do anything to make it happen, if one gears up all the energies, takes the risk and strives hard.  Very few have this courage, so it is convenient not to believe in the improbable.  If you want to go on evolving, IMAGINE THE UNIMAGINABLE, REACH OUT TO THE NEW HORIZONS, TRY TO GO BEYOND THE FRONTIER OF THE KNOWN.