A story worth retelling!
By Alex Cook via Time4Thinkers.com
For the past six years, I’ve served as a volunteer chaplain at a jail in Boston. During that time I’ve seen, beyond a doubt, that the qualities of God are alive and well, living and being lived in these places which would otherwise be very dark. Lots of people, when they go to jail, find themselves face to face with their mistakes and their problems, and want very badly to get past them.
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Surgeon General says, a happy person is a healthy person
PETALUMA, CA, March 6, 2016 – The fact that U.S. Surgeon General Vivek Murthy was getting a standing ovation at last November’s TEDMED medical conference in Palm Springs wasn’t in itself that surprising. After all, he’d just given a terrific speech about the relationship between happiness and health. What was surprising was the fact that this…
From the October 1908 issue of The Christian Science Journal
There was a time when in my daily prayer
I asked for all the things I deemed most fair,
And necessary to my life,—success,
Riches, of course, and ease, and happiness;
A host of friends, a home without alloy;
A primrose path of luxury and joy,
Social distinction, and enough of fame
To leave behind a well-remembered name.
Ambition ruled my life. I longed to do
Great things, that all my little world might view
And whisper, “Wonderful!”
Ah, patient God,
How blind we are, until Thy shepherd’s rod
Of tender chastening gently leads us on
To better things! To-day I have but one
Petition, Lord—Teach me to love. Indeed,
It is my greatest and my only need —
Teach me to love, not those who first love me,
But all the world, with that rare purity
Of broad, outreaching thought which bears no trace
Of earthly taint, but holds in its embrace
Humanity, and only seems to see
The good in all, reflected, Lord, from Thee.
And teach me, Father, how to love the most
Those who most stand in need of love— that host
Of people who are sick and poor and bad,
Whose tired faces show their lives are sad,
Who toil along the road with footsteps slow,
And hearts more heavy than the world can know—
People whom others pass discreetly by,
Or fail to hear the pleading of that cry
For help, amid the tumult of the crowd … Read more