It's How You Carry Yourself

A Power Verse for all you Christian Warriors who deny self and take up their cross of service daily, “The king will answer, “Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.” (Matt. 25:40). 

Now on the lighter side let me share a neat story that I dug out of the archives that does not exactly fit the pearl of great price but then again if you are seeking a story of God's blessings it fits nicely.

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a  pole which she carried across her neck.  One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived  only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a  half pots of water.   Of  course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.  But the  poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it  could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one  day by the stream. 'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all  the way back to your house.'  The old  woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path,  but not on the other pot's side?' 'That's  because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your  side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'  'For two  years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the  house.'  Each of  us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that  make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've  just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. Sooooo, to  all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers  on your side of the path!  Her name was Nelly and from all outwards appearances she did not have much to offer this high tech world.  But on the day of her funeral the church was filled,.  The men who picked up the garbage were there, the waitress and cook from the local diner were there, the check out girls from Wal Mart’s were there.  When asked why, the voice was unanimous, she always had time to share her love with me.    Keep in mind, "The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."  (Not a gramps original.) Blessings, Gramps