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There is loneliness and some of you here this morning may be experiencing it at this very moment. You awoke in the middle of the night and your checklist of friends and family had shrunk.
Death, sickness, too many have moved to another city or state…or for yet another reason, a friendship or relationship that was, isn’t anymore. And it hurts and no, God has not died, but you have died inside.
Or, your health has been deteriorating and you see no light at the end of the tunnel.
Or, temptation is alive and well in the host of your days and you are weary from fighting it.
So then, what to do? Start a marathon session with your soul.
Catch up for lost time by talking and arguing with any parts of your soul that have started to drift.
Tell you soul to fill in the faithless gaps with God. Tell it once. Tell it a hundred times. Tell it a thousand times, if you must.
Why so much repetition? Because our faith in our God requires more than an occasional reference to it. “What a friend we have in Jesus?” Well now, don’t we want to be around a friend, and refer to a friend more than occasionally?
I recently read the perfect quote on what I am talking about in a book called SPIRITUAL DEPRESSION, IT’S CAUSE AND ITS CURE.
“The main art in the matter of spiritual living is to know how to handle yourself.
You have to take yourself in hand, you have to address yourself, preach to yourself, and question yourself.”
In other words, you must say to your soul, “Why art thou cast down? What business have you to be disquieted? You must turn on yourself, upbraid yourself… exhort yourself, and say to yourself, ‘Hope thou in God.’
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING
http://www.speakerneil.com/
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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
STRETCH YOUR SOUL (1st in series)
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Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge” (Psalm 62:5-8).
If someone were to ask you, “What is my soul? Your soul?” How would you answer? Oh, you could give the dictionary description, “the immaterial essence of an individual life,” but that’s about as satisfactory an answer as feeding on boiled cardboard or fried cellophane.
So then “What is the soul?”
Well, first and foremost, it is the eternal you. It is not captive to the calendar by any way or means.
It is like a great ear as it reacts to all it hears from sources here on earth and from the heaven-sent voice of God.
It has muscles in the sense that if not used it shrivels and almost dies. I say almost because it is never too late for a man or woman to begin a workout program for this most important part of our being.
Secondly, one very special quality of our souls, they are color blind. For all our earthly foolish-ness, ultimately we are brothers and sisters beneath the Fatherhood of our living God.
To argue other-wise is to create a world of fenced-in ruts. In God’s world where stretched souls live, there are no neighborhood restrictions because the world, the whole world, is our neighborhood.
One isn’t very far into the book of Genesis before the subject of the soul leaps off the pages, “The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”
We are further into the first book of the Gospels when we are warned of the soul’s importance, “For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” (Matthew 16:26)
Indeed, have you ever noticed that men sell their soul to the Devil?
but give their souls to God.
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) click on the following (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
http://www.speakerneil.com/
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Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge” (Psalm 62:5-8).
If someone were to ask you, “What is my soul? Your soul?” How would you answer? Oh, you could give the dictionary description, “the immaterial essence of an individual life,” but that’s about as satisfactory an answer as feeding on boiled cardboard or fried cellophane.
So then “What is the soul?”
Well, first and foremost, it is the eternal you. It is not captive to the calendar by any way or means.
It is like a great ear as it reacts to all it hears from sources here on earth and from the heaven-sent voice of God.
It has muscles in the sense that if not used it shrivels and almost dies. I say almost because it is never too late for a man or woman to begin a workout program for this most important part of our being.
Secondly, one very special quality of our souls, they are color blind. For all our earthly foolish-ness, ultimately we are brothers and sisters beneath the Fatherhood of our living God.
To argue other-wise is to create a world of fenced-in ruts. In God’s world where stretched souls live, there are no neighborhood restrictions because the world, the whole world, is our neighborhood.
One isn’t very far into the book of Genesis before the subject of the soul leaps off the pages, “The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”
We are further into the first book of the Gospels when we are warned of the soul’s importance, “For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” (Matthew 16:26)
Indeed, have you ever noticed that men sell their soul to the Devil?
but give their souls to God.
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) click on the following (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
http://www.speakerneil.com/
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
RUST ON MY SOUL (42nd in series)
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The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
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RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
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Morning
Yesterday is still fuzzy, a frail falling in and out of a moment I’ll never forget. It underlines itself in my remembering.
It was late afternoon and I was on my way home from another disappointing interview when the pain started in my left arm. It was 5:56 PM by the toll booth clock, and I was running late again.
I handed the attendant a dollar- I need to get my Sun Pass-tired so tired I was…everything switching to slow motion…tired.
Why couldn’t he make change any faster?...that’s right…no change…Cold supper a hot complaining Nancy…why did I keep repeating myself…Nancy the breadwinner now.
The least I could do was get supper ready on time. The Help Wanted poster on the toll booth ought to read, “Only the slowest need apply.”
“Do something, don’t just give me that blank stare.” I didn’t shout the words at the attendant. I only thought them. I felt irritation building behind the pain that was now clutching at my chest. Finally he handed me the coins.
My foot to the floor- seventy miles an hour…the pain pulling tight the muscles in my chest…my arms aching as they seemed to fill with hot, heavy, thickening oil…I had to make it home.
A policeman? Where did he come from? The patrol car’s flashing blue light and siren announced his presence. I pulled over.
“You okay?” The question was asked with genuine concern.
The pressure pushed in toward my lungs and out toward somewhere beyond my chest. “Why do you ask, officer?” Politeness. It never pays to poormouth a policeman. My hands were wet and the pressure pushed in toward my lungs and out toward somewhere beyond my chest. I felt like I was going to explode.
“You were going seventy-five and you don’t look so good.”
“I’m not drunk,” I assured him. “I’m just tired and in a hurry to get hoe.” Why did I say that?” I knew something was wrong…I needed help.
There was a struggle to my seeing…a grey was setting in from the outer edges of my vision. No more words came…frantic, futile motions with my mouth but no words.
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To be continued next Tuesday
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Below is a quote from Thursday Jan 20th Wyrick’s writings blog entitled ANGER VS. PATIENCE
“After the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
VISIT NEXT TUESDAY FOR A NEW ADDITION TO THE SERIES
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) click on the following (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
http://www.speakerneil.com/
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If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
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The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
************************************
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
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Morning
Yesterday is still fuzzy, a frail falling in and out of a moment I’ll never forget. It underlines itself in my remembering.
It was late afternoon and I was on my way home from another disappointing interview when the pain started in my left arm. It was 5:56 PM by the toll booth clock, and I was running late again.
I handed the attendant a dollar- I need to get my Sun Pass-tired so tired I was…everything switching to slow motion…tired.
Why couldn’t he make change any faster?...that’s right…no change…Cold supper a hot complaining Nancy…why did I keep repeating myself…Nancy the breadwinner now.
The least I could do was get supper ready on time. The Help Wanted poster on the toll booth ought to read, “Only the slowest need apply.”
“Do something, don’t just give me that blank stare.” I didn’t shout the words at the attendant. I only thought them. I felt irritation building behind the pain that was now clutching at my chest. Finally he handed me the coins.
My foot to the floor- seventy miles an hour…the pain pulling tight the muscles in my chest…my arms aching as they seemed to fill with hot, heavy, thickening oil…I had to make it home.
A policeman? Where did he come from? The patrol car’s flashing blue light and siren announced his presence. I pulled over.
“You okay?” The question was asked with genuine concern.
The pressure pushed in toward my lungs and out toward somewhere beyond my chest. “Why do you ask, officer?” Politeness. It never pays to poormouth a policeman. My hands were wet and the pressure pushed in toward my lungs and out toward somewhere beyond my chest. I felt like I was going to explode.
“You were going seventy-five and you don’t look so good.”
“I’m not drunk,” I assured him. “I’m just tired and in a hurry to get hoe.” Why did I say that?” I knew something was wrong…I needed help.
There was a struggle to my seeing…a grey was setting in from the outer edges of my vision. No more words came…frantic, futile motions with my mouth but no words.
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To be continued next Tuesday
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Below is a quote from Thursday Jan 20th Wyrick’s writings blog entitled ANGER VS. PATIENCE
“After the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.”
***************************************
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
VISIT NEXT TUESDAY FOR A NEW ADDITION TO THE SERIES
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) click on the following (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
http://www.speakerneil.com/
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM (5TH IN SERIES)
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When you worry, remember that it shouldn’t be a one man or one woman activity.
You may not want to burden a friend or spouse with something that is worrying you, but even Jesus when things got tough and dirty called in his friends, his disciples.
He did it in the Garden of Gethsemane.
He did it at the Last Supper. The humanity in Him knew it was a time to share, to confide.
Talking about your problem with some-one close can also help your perspective.
Otherwise, it is always the problem of not being able to see the forest because of the tree.
You can be so overwrought you put a wrong slant to the thing that’s worrying you, or you may have misinterpreted the problem.
Maybe the other person has gone through what you are going through or something similar. It is a mathematical solution really, two points of view are always better than just one.
Would you ease your own anxieties?
Then pause and try placing your problems and anxieties second in line while considering the problems and anxieties of someone else.
That’s right. Just in case you’re not sure you heard me correctly,
I did just say you need to think and pray about someone else’s problems even when you already have enough of your own. That’s a tall order, but it is truly the best way to keep from being overwhelmed by self pity.
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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When you worry, remember that it shouldn’t be a one man or one woman activity.
You may not want to burden a friend or spouse with something that is worrying you, but even Jesus when things got tough and dirty called in his friends, his disciples.
He did it in the Garden of Gethsemane.
He did it at the Last Supper. The humanity in Him knew it was a time to share, to confide.
Talking about your problem with some-one close can also help your perspective.
Otherwise, it is always the problem of not being able to see the forest because of the tree.
You can be so overwrought you put a wrong slant to the thing that’s worrying you, or you may have misinterpreted the problem.
Maybe the other person has gone through what you are going through or something similar. It is a mathematical solution really, two points of view are always better than just one.
Would you ease your own anxieties?
Then pause and try placing your problems and anxieties second in line while considering the problems and anxieties of someone else.
That’s right. Just in case you’re not sure you heard me correctly,
I did just say you need to think and pray about someone else’s problems even when you already have enough of your own. That’s a tall order, but it is truly the best way to keep from being overwhelmed by self pity.
*************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
ANGER VS. PATIENCE
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Let’s look at anger’s opposite:
Patience, tolerance, understanding, self restraint - that ability to live easily and well with any type of delay, discouragement or disappointment.
If you want to prove your maturity look for these traits.
We expect it in an adult. We certainly don’t expect in a baby.
An infant doesn’t mind waking mommy or daddy up in the middle of the night if it is hungry, or thirsty, or wet. His or her needs come first.
But a grown-up human being who still displays the instincts of a child, has not yet earned the right to be called mature.
These immature adults major in being rude and restless. They honk horns in traffic, steal parking spaces, and berate sales clerks. Even fast food restaurants are not fast enough for them.
They help to swell the attendance of a church in Florida that advertises a 22 minutes worship service.
Let me share an old Hebrew story.
Abraham was sitting outside his tent one evening when he saw an old man weary from much travel passing by.
He moved forward to stop him in his journey and invited him into his tent.
There he washed his feet and gave him food and drink.
The old man eagerly began eating, but without saying either a prayer or blessing.
So Abraham asked him, “Don’t you worship God?”
The old man responded, “I worship fire only and reverence no other god.”
Hearing this, Abraham became quite angry, grabbed the old man by his cloak and threw him out of the tent into the night’s cold darkness.
After the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.
And patiently asks that we patiently “love our neighbors as ourselves” and “love our enemies.”
But we cannot do this when we are angry because prejudice loves anger; hate loves anger; anger loves anger.
Still… we must find, and keep, and practice patience because patience is the companion of wisdom.
We must practice patience because as the book of Proverbs puts it, “All good things come to he who waits.”
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
**************************************
The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
Let’s look at anger’s opposite:
Patience, tolerance, understanding, self restraint - that ability to live easily and well with any type of delay, discouragement or disappointment.
If you want to prove your maturity look for these traits.
We expect it in an adult. We certainly don’t expect in a baby.
An infant doesn’t mind waking mommy or daddy up in the middle of the night if it is hungry, or thirsty, or wet. His or her needs come first.
But a grown-up human being who still displays the instincts of a child, has not yet earned the right to be called mature.
These immature adults major in being rude and restless. They honk horns in traffic, steal parking spaces, and berate sales clerks. Even fast food restaurants are not fast enough for them.
They help to swell the attendance of a church in Florida that advertises a 22 minutes worship service.
Let me share an old Hebrew story.
Abraham was sitting outside his tent one evening when he saw an old man weary from much travel passing by.
He moved forward to stop him in his journey and invited him into his tent.
There he washed his feet and gave him food and drink.
The old man eagerly began eating, but without saying either a prayer or blessing.
So Abraham asked him, “Don’t you worship God?”
The old man responded, “I worship fire only and reverence no other god.”
Hearing this, Abraham became quite angry, grabbed the old man by his cloak and threw him out of the tent into the night’s cold darkness.
After the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.
And patiently asks that we patiently “love our neighbors as ourselves” and “love our enemies.”
But we cannot do this when we are angry because prejudice loves anger; hate loves anger; anger loves anger.
Still… we must find, and keep, and practice patience because patience is the companion of wisdom.
We must practice patience because as the book of Proverbs puts it, “All good things come to he who waits.”
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
RUST ON MY SOUL
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The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
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RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Afternoon
I’m in pain, but I’m alive. A short while ago- when, I’m not sure (I’ve lost track of the days) – my heart signaled a threat that it might stop altogether. An overwhelming terror set in. Mortality had only been a word till an apparition called death came calling without a shout. It was a loud whisper, just enough to worry me or allow me to try to ignore it. It was in stereo and reverberated across my universe.
The doctors have decided I most likely will live.. It was a strange world I plunged into – no cohesive thoughts, all feelings. No self-reliance, complete dependence. They told me this pen in my hand would feel like it weighed a ton. They were right. It is heavy, out of all proportion, like the lethargy that sits heavy on my mind. Maybe more writing later.
Morning
How many days now since my last entry? I don’t know and I don’t really care. That’s the depressing part. The lack of writer’s itch with no driving need to scratch. It surfaces briefly and then falls limp, languid and unproductive. I’ve written only a few lines and I am already mentally panting.
I’m depressed about being depressed. The doctors say that’s normal. I think the word normal was invented by doctors to try to make the unpalatable palatable. I’ve got news for them. It doesn’t work.
If possible, I’d like to put down all I remember of these past few weeks. Since these musings have been good therapy in the past maybe they’ll guide me back to a healthy future. I have made up my mind to survive, to be old, to be successful again, only this time with a different set of codes, to see my kids grown and perhaps see my grandchildren. God willing.
My mind is still only capable of short journeys. Otherwise, it just sags shut and I’m left staring at nowhere and nothing. I always took my mental awareness for granted, but so much prone has left me listless. In fact, to just try to think is almost impossible. Which is, so they tell me, one of the reasons they still give me so many of what I call pause pills. Thinking encourages worry. Worry creates tension.
“We can’t have your heart trying to keep up with a racing mind, Tom, so we just hold the octane rating low and put a wedge under your mental accelerator. “ It was my doctor trying to match quotes with me again. “When we think your heart can stand the stress we’ll ease up on the sedation.
I could buy the reasoning; I didn’t have to like the sale.
To be continued next Tuesday
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Below is a quote from Thursday Jan 20th Wyrick’s writings blog entitled ANGER VS. PATIENCE
“After the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.”
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
**************************************
The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
******************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
************************************
The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
************************************
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Afternoon
I’m in pain, but I’m alive. A short while ago- when, I’m not sure (I’ve lost track of the days) – my heart signaled a threat that it might stop altogether. An overwhelming terror set in. Mortality had only been a word till an apparition called death came calling without a shout. It was a loud whisper, just enough to worry me or allow me to try to ignore it. It was in stereo and reverberated across my universe.
The doctors have decided I most likely will live.. It was a strange world I plunged into – no cohesive thoughts, all feelings. No self-reliance, complete dependence. They told me this pen in my hand would feel like it weighed a ton. They were right. It is heavy, out of all proportion, like the lethargy that sits heavy on my mind. Maybe more writing later.
Morning
How many days now since my last entry? I don’t know and I don’t really care. That’s the depressing part. The lack of writer’s itch with no driving need to scratch. It surfaces briefly and then falls limp, languid and unproductive. I’ve written only a few lines and I am already mentally panting.
I’m depressed about being depressed. The doctors say that’s normal. I think the word normal was invented by doctors to try to make the unpalatable palatable. I’ve got news for them. It doesn’t work.
If possible, I’d like to put down all I remember of these past few weeks. Since these musings have been good therapy in the past maybe they’ll guide me back to a healthy future. I have made up my mind to survive, to be old, to be successful again, only this time with a different set of codes, to see my kids grown and perhaps see my grandchildren. God willing.
My mind is still only capable of short journeys. Otherwise, it just sags shut and I’m left staring at nowhere and nothing. I always took my mental awareness for granted, but so much prone has left me listless. In fact, to just try to think is almost impossible. Which is, so they tell me, one of the reasons they still give me so many of what I call pause pills. Thinking encourages worry. Worry creates tension.
“We can’t have your heart trying to keep up with a racing mind, Tom, so we just hold the octane rating low and put a wedge under your mental accelerator. “ It was my doctor trying to match quotes with me again. “When we think your heart can stand the stress we’ll ease up on the sedation.
I could buy the reasoning; I didn’t have to like the sale.
To be continued next Tuesday
****************************************
Below is a quote from Thursday Jan 20th Wyrick’s writings blog entitled ANGER VS. PATIENCE
“After the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.”
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It began Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
******************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM (4TH IN SERIES)
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It’s there, this inborn, intuitive heavenly-prodded-need to be aware of and commune with God. To reach beyond what we can touch with our fingers to that which we can only feel with our souls.
“I will meditate on Your precepts, and contemplate Your ways,” says the Psalmist. (Psalm 119:15) “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105)
Let’s put it this way, “Opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor.” (H Jackson Brown Jr.)
Remember in the old days when someone would sign the dance card of a young lady which proved they officially wanted to dance with her and that she had given him a specific dance.
And sometimes someone would like to fill up the dance card with just their name and no one else’s.
Well, in a sense this is a prescription for better knowing God and receiving from Him His blessings.
Have our eternal dance card, signed up, meditated through, prayed upon and committed to only God and none of the other devilish partners life sometimes offers on the dance card at all.
Remember in the book of Luke how it was when Jesus, on a trip to Bethany, stopped to refresh himself at the home of his friends, Martha and Mary.
It could have been such an exceptional time together, except that Martha was much distracted with too much busy-ness. Instead of sitting at the Master’s feet to learn and experience this special fellowship, Martha’s vote went to what I like to call “Operation overkill.”
For Martha sitting still went over like a lead balloon, so she stopped working just long enough to put in her complaint. “Tell my lazy sister to help me serve. Tell her to get up and get going.”
And Jesus, not so much exasperated with her as saddened, replied, “Martha, Martha, you are worried about many things, but one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen the good part…”
That’s what it is all about. Choosing the good parts of life.
The good opportunities. Poor Martha, she meant well but was so distracted by self-pity, so troubled about being put upon, so compulsive in her need to prove she was a super hostess that she allowed anger and compulsive doing-ness to destroy what could have otherwise have been a wonderful moment. Jesus had said “Sit.”
And she essentially had replied, “I don’t want to sit. If I am not up and doing, I am nothing.” So she didn’t sit. And she did miss the point as well as the opportunity, and that the shame of it all.
For us, it is deciding to be like Mary who chose well, as against Martha who was too busy being busy to know she had not chosen wisely at all.
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Below are quotes from ANGER IS A KILLER (1st in Series)(began on Dec 30th)
Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew…
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
A quote from One A Day blog posted today Thursday December 29th.
“I am hate. I am committed to destruction.
I live in a dark and melancholy valley,
surrounded by mountains of resentment.
There is great silence on my streets
for here people brood from morn till night.
There are no songs or laughter
For all around me give out only rebuke and rage.
Our population does not often change,
but some escape,
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TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) click on the following (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
http://www.speakerneil.com/
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NEIL’S 9TH BOOK “THE SPIRITUAL ABRAHAM LINCOLN” IS AVAILABLE ON Amazon.com’s KINDLE READER
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BELOW are QUOTES FROM THE Rust on my Soul Serialization (each Tuesday)
“I want to do more than just live. I want to be alive. I want to sometimes stand on that mountaintop. I want a song in my heart that makes my own personal Hit Parade.
I want contentment that is more than satisfied nerve endings. I want to feel the stretch of eternity in my bones.
This may indeed be more than I will ever find, but “a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
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If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
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It’s there, this inborn, intuitive heavenly-prodded-need to be aware of and commune with God. To reach beyond what we can touch with our fingers to that which we can only feel with our souls.
“I will meditate on Your precepts, and contemplate Your ways,” says the Psalmist. (Psalm 119:15) “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105)
Let’s put it this way, “Opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor.” (H Jackson Brown Jr.)
Remember in the old days when someone would sign the dance card of a young lady which proved they officially wanted to dance with her and that she had given him a specific dance.
And sometimes someone would like to fill up the dance card with just their name and no one else’s.
Well, in a sense this is a prescription for better knowing God and receiving from Him His blessings.
Have our eternal dance card, signed up, meditated through, prayed upon and committed to only God and none of the other devilish partners life sometimes offers on the dance card at all.
Remember in the book of Luke how it was when Jesus, on a trip to Bethany, stopped to refresh himself at the home of his friends, Martha and Mary.
It could have been such an exceptional time together, except that Martha was much distracted with too much busy-ness. Instead of sitting at the Master’s feet to learn and experience this special fellowship, Martha’s vote went to what I like to call “Operation overkill.”
For Martha sitting still went over like a lead balloon, so she stopped working just long enough to put in her complaint. “Tell my lazy sister to help me serve. Tell her to get up and get going.”
And Jesus, not so much exasperated with her as saddened, replied, “Martha, Martha, you are worried about many things, but one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen the good part…”
That’s what it is all about. Choosing the good parts of life.
The good opportunities. Poor Martha, she meant well but was so distracted by self-pity, so troubled about being put upon, so compulsive in her need to prove she was a super hostess that she allowed anger and compulsive doing-ness to destroy what could have otherwise have been a wonderful moment. Jesus had said “Sit.”
And she essentially had replied, “I don’t want to sit. If I am not up and doing, I am nothing.” So she didn’t sit. And she did miss the point as well as the opportunity, and that the shame of it all.
For us, it is deciding to be like Mary who chose well, as against Martha who was too busy being busy to know she had not chosen wisely at all.
*************************************
Below are quotes from ANGER IS A KILLER (1st in Series)(began on Dec 30th)
Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew…
*********************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
A quote from One A Day blog posted today Thursday December 29th.
“I am hate. I am committed to destruction.
I live in a dark and melancholy valley,
surrounded by mountains of resentment.
There is great silence on my streets
for here people brood from morn till night.
There are no songs or laughter
For all around me give out only rebuke and rage.
Our population does not often change,
but some escape,
****************************************
TO WATCH NEIL WYRICK IN HIS ONE MAN DRAMAS (Presented to millions all around the world) click on the following (Ben Franiklin, Martin Luther, Charles Wesley and Abraham Lincoln (this Lincoln film takes 11 seconds to download but is worth the wait)
http://www.speakerneil.com/
*****************************************
NEIL’S 9TH BOOK “THE SPIRITUAL ABRAHAM LINCOLN” IS AVAILABLE ON Amazon.com’s KINDLE READER
*****************************************
BELOW are QUOTES FROM THE Rust on my Soul Serialization (each Tuesday)
“I want to do more than just live. I want to be alive. I want to sometimes stand on that mountaintop. I want a song in my heart that makes my own personal Hit Parade.
I want contentment that is more than satisfied nerve endings. I want to feel the stretch of eternity in my bones.
This may indeed be more than I will ever find, but “a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”
*******************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
ANGER IS A KILLER (3RD IN SERIES)(How to handle it without letting I handle you)
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Slow down. It won’t be a miraculous cure for all your anger woes, but if you take more time to consider problems you will spend less time trying to solve new problems.
Almost forty years ago, my Tucky and I bicycled 550 miles across Europe with 55 young people.
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It was not as fast as a tour bus but oh how much more revealing and fun.
We really saw things - the landscape wasn’t a blur.
We went through villages slow enough to smile at the townspeople and be welcomed by their smiles in return; slow enough to smell the all the goodies being baked in the local pastry shop.
On this trip, we obviously weren’t a bunch of impatient Americans in such a rush to get to the next place that we didn’t properly enjoy where we were.
If you are of the mind that only the impatient get things done, consider these stories.
The great missionary William Carey had great goals when he went to India in 1834. Like all ministers in their younger years, he knew he had a truth and he believed they would flock to his preaching. In reality, he labored 7 years before his first convert.
But when he died, at age 73, it was written of him, “Taking his life as a whole, it is not too much to say that he was the greatest and most versatile Christian missionary sent out in modern times.”
He had, among many other things, been instrumental in opening India to missionaries, and had founded a college.
Patient and persistent, that was William Carey and that is how he is remembered. How will you be remembered? How will I be remembered?
The patience Abraham Lincoln exhibited during the Civil War, and toward those who insulted him, was monumental.
John Wesley, the founder of the Methodist Church, was a stubborn man. He was no less so as a child. Once, his mother figured she had had to tell him to do something 20 times before he finally did it. “I marvel at your patience,” John’s father commented.
“Ah,” she responded, “If I hadn’t been patient, look at the 19 times I would have wasted.”
I wish I could say that I am always a patient person, but unfortunately, I can’t.
Actually, with the help of the Lord I am still in the process of becoming a patient impatient man
However, I did pursue the publication of one of my books with persistent patience.
My wife would sometimes ask me, “When are you going to give up on it?” and I would reply, “The day I die. I will then have just run out of time.” Actually, it only took 20 years and 77 letters of rejections before it finally found an international publisher.
And of course, the most patient man who ever lived was Jesus …the Son of God.
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The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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Slow down. It won’t be a miraculous cure for all your anger woes, but if you take more time to consider problems you will spend less time trying to solve new problems.
Almost forty years ago, my Tucky and I bicycled 550 miles across Europe with 55 young people.
*************************************
It was not as fast as a tour bus but oh how much more revealing and fun.
We really saw things - the landscape wasn’t a blur.
We went through villages slow enough to smile at the townspeople and be welcomed by their smiles in return; slow enough to smell the all the goodies being baked in the local pastry shop.
On this trip, we obviously weren’t a bunch of impatient Americans in such a rush to get to the next place that we didn’t properly enjoy where we were.
If you are of the mind that only the impatient get things done, consider these stories.
The great missionary William Carey had great goals when he went to India in 1834. Like all ministers in their younger years, he knew he had a truth and he believed they would flock to his preaching. In reality, he labored 7 years before his first convert.
But when he died, at age 73, it was written of him, “Taking his life as a whole, it is not too much to say that he was the greatest and most versatile Christian missionary sent out in modern times.”
He had, among many other things, been instrumental in opening India to missionaries, and had founded a college.
Patient and persistent, that was William Carey and that is how he is remembered. How will you be remembered? How will I be remembered?
The patience Abraham Lincoln exhibited during the Civil War, and toward those who insulted him, was monumental.
John Wesley, the founder of the Methodist Church, was a stubborn man. He was no less so as a child. Once, his mother figured she had had to tell him to do something 20 times before he finally did it. “I marvel at your patience,” John’s father commented.
“Ah,” she responded, “If I hadn’t been patient, look at the 19 times I would have wasted.”
I wish I could say that I am always a patient person, but unfortunately, I can’t.
Actually, with the help of the Lord I am still in the process of becoming a patient impatient man
However, I did pursue the publication of one of my books with persistent patience.
My wife would sometimes ask me, “When are you going to give up on it?” and I would reply, “The day I die. I will then have just run out of time.” Actually, it only took 20 years and 77 letters of rejections before it finally found an international publisher.
And of course, the most patient man who ever lived was Jesus …the Son of God.
*******************************************
The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
RUST ON MY SOUL (40th IN SERIES)
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If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
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The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
************************************
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
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Evening
Fraud! Terrible, damnable fraud! Either God or me, or both of us. Is He a liar who can’t produce or am I a liar who’s to let Him?
I wept today. Not easily, but rather, stubbornly. The tears pushed from the back of my eyes, looking for a weak place to break through. There’s a mindless terror when seven hundred resume go out and nothing comes back.
Where is my arrogance now? Confidence is a tenuous thing. A shout in the crowd with my name on it. I feel as if there is a scarlet “R” branded on my forehead for Rejected.
“We will give you a good recommendation. It’s just that mathematically the income and the outgo have caught up with us.”
I keep hearing the tedious echo of that phrase. At least I was fired by a voice Another human being took the effort to tell me face to face I was not wanted anymore. It was better than a pink slip. But seven weeks without work. Seven weeks!
Damn you, God! But why do I blame God! He didn’t fire me. My thoughts are out of tune They play off-key.
Afternoon
Nancy majors in depression these days. I don’t expect her to sing songs but must she act like a disciple of Schopenhauer, the king of depression philosophers. And the kids are as confused as we are. How do they reply when their friends ask why I’m home all day? I haven’t the nerve to ask.
I wish I knew what I was looking for. Besides, a new job. I only know it has the hope of healing it it. I know all the accepted tags, God, Jesus, Heavenly Father, Creator, Holy Spirit, but I am having trouble finding, let alone cementing the relationship.
To be continued next Tuesday
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It begins Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
******************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
********************************************
On Thursday and Sunday new Series begin and will continue to do so.
********************************************
If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
************************************
The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
************************************
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
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Evening
Fraud! Terrible, damnable fraud! Either God or me, or both of us. Is He a liar who can’t produce or am I a liar who’s to let Him?
I wept today. Not easily, but rather, stubbornly. The tears pushed from the back of my eyes, looking for a weak place to break through. There’s a mindless terror when seven hundred resume go out and nothing comes back.
Where is my arrogance now? Confidence is a tenuous thing. A shout in the crowd with my name on it. I feel as if there is a scarlet “R” branded on my forehead for Rejected.
“We will give you a good recommendation. It’s just that mathematically the income and the outgo have caught up with us.”
I keep hearing the tedious echo of that phrase. At least I was fired by a voice Another human being took the effort to tell me face to face I was not wanted anymore. It was better than a pink slip. But seven weeks without work. Seven weeks!
Damn you, God! But why do I blame God! He didn’t fire me. My thoughts are out of tune They play off-key.
Afternoon
Nancy majors in depression these days. I don’t expect her to sing songs but must she act like a disciple of Schopenhauer, the king of depression philosophers. And the kids are as confused as we are. How do they reply when their friends ask why I’m home all day? I haven’t the nerve to ask.
I wish I knew what I was looking for. Besides, a new job. I only know it has the hope of healing it it. I know all the accepted tags, God, Jesus, Heavenly Father, Creator, Holy Spirit, but I am having trouble finding, let alone cementing the relationship.
To be continued next Tuesday
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It begins Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
**************************************
The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
******************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
********************************************
On Thursday and Sunday new Series begin and will continue to do so.
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM (3RD IN SERIES)
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HANDS
Faith is not an academic exercise.
Look down at your hands. Now raise them up. Now ball them in a fist and we all know what fists can do. Now put them together in prayer. Now extend one of your hands to your neighbor in an act of fellowship. Now hold your hands in your lap as if you reading a book.
Eight fingers and two thumbs: so describes your hands, which are really history books on review.
Look at them and let them remind you of all that they have done in your lifetime or left undone.
For yes, they have been servants of your thoughts and beliefs translated into action.
Now, still looking, ask yourself, how many have they helped? How many have they hurt?
When, and where and why? When you have extended them in acts of fellowship they were a blessing. When they have been extended in acts of major or minor violence they have been a curse.
Have they been giving hands? Or stealing hands? Hands that have held books of inspiration or books of filth? Have they written notes of thanksgiving to give joy or poison pen letters to destroy?
A surgeon’s hand holds a knife to heal. A murderer’s hand holding a knife to kill.
Hands tell us so much about a person. Clasping and unclasping, not at ease. Lying quietly, at peace with the world and God. Blasting a horn, giving a finger, sometimes much too angry.
There is a tinge of paint on the hands – an artist and the world is seen as a place of beauty.
He washes his hands over and over and over again. His name is Pilate and he cannot seem to ever wash them enough. For him, the world is a place of overwhelming guilt.
His hands are steady, persistent, patient, as he holds the sextant. Look closely for these are the hands of Christopher Columbus.
This hand pens a large, bold signature; large enough for fat King Charles to read without his glasses on. It is John Hancock’s hand signing the Declaration of Independence, and then passing on this great document for other hands to sign.
During World War II, Sir Winston Churchill raised two fingers to form a V for victory. And on the battlefields of that war, as done by countless generations before, so many hands were placed together in the sacred act of prayer.
Hands, they are our gift from God. We must make them a gift to God.
As legend tells it, many years ago in a certain church, on a very particular day, all the people were asked to bring great gifts to lay upon the altar.
All had been told that the greatest gift would cause a miracle. That at that moment a heavenly choir would burst forth with song.
And so they came, bringing boxes of gold, silver, jewels, and spices. All kind of wealth. A long line of hope and yet nothing happened. Silence. Unrelenting silence.
Then, slowly there came walking down the aisle a peasant girl. Her tattered clothes hung loose.
Her pale fingers almost luminescent as she moved toward the towering piles of magnificent offerings. Kneeling, she reached forward and put down…. her hands. . . and left them there.
For a long time she moved them not, offering them to God. They were all she had, and she gave them.
Then softly, at first no louder than a whisper, came the sound of a celestial chorus, building to a crescendo. The very walls reverberated with angel voices of acclamation. For yes, her gift was the greatest, the most wondrous; the gift of self.
Someone once wrote, “God takes a hand wherever He can find it. Here, the hand of a mother to guide her child; there, the hand of a neighbor to be a friend. The hands of those who believe.”
Why such emphasis on service? Because service is the rent we pay for the space we occupy.
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BELOW are QUOTES FROM THE Rust on my Soul Serialization (each Tuesday)
“I want to do more than just live. I want to be alive. I want to sometimes stand on that mountaintop. I want a song in my heart that makes my own personal Hit Parade.
I want contentment that is more than satisfied nerve endings. I want to feel the stretch of eternity in my bones.
This may indeed be more than I will ever find, but “a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
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NEIL’S 9TH BOOK “THE SPIRITUAL ABRAHAM LINCOLN” IS AVAILABLE ON Amazon.com’s KINDLE READER
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If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
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HANDS
Faith is not an academic exercise.
Look down at your hands. Now raise them up. Now ball them in a fist and we all know what fists can do. Now put them together in prayer. Now extend one of your hands to your neighbor in an act of fellowship. Now hold your hands in your lap as if you reading a book.
Eight fingers and two thumbs: so describes your hands, which are really history books on review.
Look at them and let them remind you of all that they have done in your lifetime or left undone.
For yes, they have been servants of your thoughts and beliefs translated into action.
Now, still looking, ask yourself, how many have they helped? How many have they hurt?
When, and where and why? When you have extended them in acts of fellowship they were a blessing. When they have been extended in acts of major or minor violence they have been a curse.
Have they been giving hands? Or stealing hands? Hands that have held books of inspiration or books of filth? Have they written notes of thanksgiving to give joy or poison pen letters to destroy?
A surgeon’s hand holds a knife to heal. A murderer’s hand holding a knife to kill.
Hands tell us so much about a person. Clasping and unclasping, not at ease. Lying quietly, at peace with the world and God. Blasting a horn, giving a finger, sometimes much too angry.
There is a tinge of paint on the hands – an artist and the world is seen as a place of beauty.
He washes his hands over and over and over again. His name is Pilate and he cannot seem to ever wash them enough. For him, the world is a place of overwhelming guilt.
His hands are steady, persistent, patient, as he holds the sextant. Look closely for these are the hands of Christopher Columbus.
This hand pens a large, bold signature; large enough for fat King Charles to read without his glasses on. It is John Hancock’s hand signing the Declaration of Independence, and then passing on this great document for other hands to sign.
During World War II, Sir Winston Churchill raised two fingers to form a V for victory. And on the battlefields of that war, as done by countless generations before, so many hands were placed together in the sacred act of prayer.
Hands, they are our gift from God. We must make them a gift to God.
As legend tells it, many years ago in a certain church, on a very particular day, all the people were asked to bring great gifts to lay upon the altar.
All had been told that the greatest gift would cause a miracle. That at that moment a heavenly choir would burst forth with song.
And so they came, bringing boxes of gold, silver, jewels, and spices. All kind of wealth. A long line of hope and yet nothing happened. Silence. Unrelenting silence.
Then, slowly there came walking down the aisle a peasant girl. Her tattered clothes hung loose.
Her pale fingers almost luminescent as she moved toward the towering piles of magnificent offerings. Kneeling, she reached forward and put down…. her hands. . . and left them there.
For a long time she moved them not, offering them to God. They were all she had, and she gave them.
Then softly, at first no louder than a whisper, came the sound of a celestial chorus, building to a crescendo. The very walls reverberated with angel voices of acclamation. For yes, her gift was the greatest, the most wondrous; the gift of self.
Someone once wrote, “God takes a hand wherever He can find it. Here, the hand of a mother to guide her child; there, the hand of a neighbor to be a friend. The hands of those who believe.”
Why such emphasis on service? Because service is the rent we pay for the space we occupy.
**************************************
BELOW are QUOTES FROM THE Rust on my Soul Serialization (each Tuesday)
“I want to do more than just live. I want to be alive. I want to sometimes stand on that mountaintop. I want a song in my heart that makes my own personal Hit Parade.
I want contentment that is more than satisfied nerve endings. I want to feel the stretch of eternity in my bones.
This may indeed be more than I will ever find, but “a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”
********************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
*********************************
DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
************************************
NEIL’S 9TH BOOK “THE SPIRITUAL ABRAHAM LINCOLN” IS AVAILABLE ON Amazon.com’s KINDLE READER
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
ANGER IS A KILLER (some ways to handle it without letting it handle you) (2nd in series)
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Indignant but hardly righteous. That describes what we are angry about more times than often.
Let me share three true stories of this kind of temporary insanity to make my point.
Over 100 years ago, 116 to be exact, 107 buildings in the city of Boston burned to the ground.
That was a tragedy, I am sure you will agree, but why it happened is an even greater tragedy.
You see, in the spring of that year, 1894; the Baltimore Orioles had traveled to Boston to play a routine baseball game.
Unfortunately what happened was hardly routine.
John McGraw, the manager of the Baltimore Orioles, got into an argument with the Boston third baseman.
Almost instantly all the players from both teams emptied out onto the field and words soon erupted into fist fights and wrestling matches.
Within minutes the war fare spread to the stands and now it was one big battlefield.
Somehow in the melee the bleachers were set on fire and before the evening was over, the ballpark had been completely destroyed.
From there the fire spread…and yes…you guessed it…
That is how those 107 other Boston buildings burned to the ground.
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Then, there is the account of John Hunter, a great surgeon who pioneered many new surgical techniques.
This brilliant 18th century British physician did however have a terrible, uncontrollable temper.
And he was well aware of it, for he often lamented that, “My life is at the mercy of any scoundrel who chooses to put me in a passion.”
He had literally prophesied his own death, for one day, during a meeting of the Board of St. George’s Hospital, he got into a heated argument with another Board Member.
Red faced and totally out of control, he stormed from the meeting and moments later dropped dead in the next room.
And now the last in this trilogy on anger:
A lady once came to the great evangelist Billy Sunday and tried to rationalize her angry outbursts.
“There’s nothing wrong with losing my temper,” she said, “I blow up, and then it’s all over.”
“So does a shot gun,” replied Billy.
So, what to do to temper our temper?
First, try to remember and apply what my principal in high school used to say several dozen times during the course of a school year, “Words fitly spoken are like apples of gold in pitchers of silver.”
In short, check out our vocabulary.
Learn how to disagree without being disagreeable.
If, when we are at odds with someone we let anger take over, common sense and control go out the window and we just become sarcastic and argumentative.
Second, reconcile it. This is what Jesus did with Peter.
After Peter’s denial, Christ reconciled with him. Certainly was more than willing to love and forgive him.
And therein lays a way of handling anger that is wonderful in its consequence.
It simply says, “You said something that hurt me and now I forgive you…we are reconciled.”
Admitting our humanity, we can become friends again….or a loving husband and wife again….or…
Put it this way. We have a Biblical responsibility to handle conflict truthfully and without rancor. To practice the love Christ talks about when we are on the edge, or over the edge.
No, it is not easy, but it is what we are called on to do. And it is doable - by finding more humility and less pride.
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Each Tuesday there is a continuation of the Serialization of his Internationally distributed novel RUST ON MY SOUL.
****************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to his other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
********************************************
DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
********************************************
If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
***************************************
Indignant but hardly righteous. That describes what we are angry about more times than often.
Let me share three true stories of this kind of temporary insanity to make my point.
Over 100 years ago, 116 to be exact, 107 buildings in the city of Boston burned to the ground.
That was a tragedy, I am sure you will agree, but why it happened is an even greater tragedy.
You see, in the spring of that year, 1894; the Baltimore Orioles had traveled to Boston to play a routine baseball game.
Unfortunately what happened was hardly routine.
John McGraw, the manager of the Baltimore Orioles, got into an argument with the Boston third baseman.
Almost instantly all the players from both teams emptied out onto the field and words soon erupted into fist fights and wrestling matches.
Within minutes the war fare spread to the stands and now it was one big battlefield.
Somehow in the melee the bleachers were set on fire and before the evening was over, the ballpark had been completely destroyed.
From there the fire spread…and yes…you guessed it…
That is how those 107 other Boston buildings burned to the ground.
*************************************-------------------
Then, there is the account of John Hunter, a great surgeon who pioneered many new surgical techniques.
This brilliant 18th century British physician did however have a terrible, uncontrollable temper.
And he was well aware of it, for he often lamented that, “My life is at the mercy of any scoundrel who chooses to put me in a passion.”
He had literally prophesied his own death, for one day, during a meeting of the Board of St. George’s Hospital, he got into a heated argument with another Board Member.
Red faced and totally out of control, he stormed from the meeting and moments later dropped dead in the next room.
And now the last in this trilogy on anger:
A lady once came to the great evangelist Billy Sunday and tried to rationalize her angry outbursts.
“There’s nothing wrong with losing my temper,” she said, “I blow up, and then it’s all over.”
“So does a shot gun,” replied Billy.
So, what to do to temper our temper?
First, try to remember and apply what my principal in high school used to say several dozen times during the course of a school year, “Words fitly spoken are like apples of gold in pitchers of silver.”
In short, check out our vocabulary.
Learn how to disagree without being disagreeable.
If, when we are at odds with someone we let anger take over, common sense and control go out the window and we just become sarcastic and argumentative.
Second, reconcile it. This is what Jesus did with Peter.
After Peter’s denial, Christ reconciled with him. Certainly was more than willing to love and forgive him.
And therein lays a way of handling anger that is wonderful in its consequence.
It simply says, “You said something that hurt me and now I forgive you…we are reconciled.”
Admitting our humanity, we can become friends again….or a loving husband and wife again….or…
Put it this way. We have a Biblical responsibility to handle conflict truthfully and without rancor. To practice the love Christ talks about when we are on the edge, or over the edge.
No, it is not easy, but it is what we are called on to do. And it is doable - by finding more humility and less pride.
****************************************
Each Tuesday there is a continuation of the Serialization of his Internationally distributed novel RUST ON MY SOUL.
****************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to his other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
********************************************
DO YOU HAVE A BLOG OR FACEBOOK? IF YOU ENJOY THESE WRITINGS COULD YOU CALL ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG? IF YOU DO, THANKS IN ADVANCE
********************************************
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
RUST ON MY SOUL (39th IN SERIES)
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The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
************************************
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Night
I picked up a nickel this morning when I went out for the newspaper. It reminded me of all the times I chided the kids about not stopping to pick up a penny.
I spent the morning at the table drawing black circles in the classified section and after calling the companies drawing black x’s through the circles.
By lunchtime I was exhausted. Interviews are a begging when you speak from a point of weakness. That’s what unemployment definitely is. A point of weakness.
I keep telling myself that something will turn up. I really do believe it, but the unemployed are ships adrift.
Evening
“Don’t go to the store in that old grey sweater. It makes you look like you buy your clothes at the Salvation Army.”
“I wish you’d shave off that silly moustache.”
Nancy dribbles her complaints in a never-ending staccato.
“Meet my frau, the bossy cow.” I don’t know which of us would be more shocked if one day I introduced her that way. I won’t, but such a temptation –
I remember when we were both younger and nicer. I remember how she always propped me up when my confidence sagged. I remember when all that we could afford was hamburgers, but she served them by candlelight. I remember when there was romance in our kisses. But now I’ve about reached the end of my rope. Is it too late to tie a knot called God? My grip is loosening and below is much to near.
To be continued next Tuesday
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It begins Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
**************************************
The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
******************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
********************************************
On Thursday and Sunday new Series begin and will continue to do so.
*******************************************
If you would like to share this blog with a friend, go to the bottom and click on the TELL A FRIEND
************************************
The Serialization of RUST ON MY SOUL is added to each TUESDAY Go back to April 13th and start the Series.
************************************
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series that began on Tues April 13th and will continue every Tuesday thereafter until finished) (Thursday & Sunday will continue to cover a variety of subjects as in the past)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Night
I picked up a nickel this morning when I went out for the newspaper. It reminded me of all the times I chided the kids about not stopping to pick up a penny.
I spent the morning at the table drawing black circles in the classified section and after calling the companies drawing black x’s through the circles.
By lunchtime I was exhausted. Interviews are a begging when you speak from a point of weakness. That’s what unemployment definitely is. A point of weakness.
I keep telling myself that something will turn up. I really do believe it, but the unemployed are ships adrift.
Evening
“Don’t go to the store in that old grey sweater. It makes you look like you buy your clothes at the Salvation Army.”
“I wish you’d shave off that silly moustache.”
Nancy dribbles her complaints in a never-ending staccato.
“Meet my frau, the bossy cow.” I don’t know which of us would be more shocked if one day I introduced her that way. I won’t, but such a temptation –
I remember when we were both younger and nicer. I remember how she always propped me up when my confidence sagged. I remember when all that we could afford was hamburgers, but she served them by candlelight. I remember when there was romance in our kisses. But now I’ve about reached the end of my rope. Is it too late to tie a knot called God? My grip is loosening and below is much to near.
To be continued next Tuesday
****************************************
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES…quoted from Sunday Jan 2 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
It began Sunday Dec 26, 2010
“I have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
It was a spiritual question to which God also had the answer. Then why ask it? For Adam’s sake, and all the Adams and Eves yet to come. For you and me in these 21st century days.
“Where are we? And where do we want to go? What do we want to be? And how much, or how little?” And we must never stop trying to answer God’s question as we try to get off a treadmill and aim toward a proper direction.
It’s called purpose, and…”
*****************************************
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM A NEW SERIES entitled ANGER IS A KILLER. It begins Thursday January 6, 2010.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
**************************************
The book RUST ON MY SOUL being Serialized each Tuesday is available on amazon.com for purchase.
******************************************
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
********************************************
On Thursday and Sunday new Series begin and will continue to do so.
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Sunday, January 2, 2011
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(2nd in Series in series)
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He was just a little boy and he had stopped by the neighborhood store and asked the owner if he could use his telephone.
The owner could help overhearing the conversation and that Jimmy had changed the sound of his voice, “Mrs. Brown? I was just wondering if you would like someone to mow your lawn…oh, you already have someone?...well, may I ask how he is doing?...he’s doing a good job…well, I guess you won’t be needing me. Thanks anyway.”
The owner couldn’t help but comment, “Sorry you didn’t get the job Jimmy.”
Oh,” responded Jimmy, “I already mow the lawn for Mrs. Brown. I was checking up to see whether she thought I was doing a good job.”
Were our actions this last week good or bad? And how did we perform them? And why did we perform them? The why being more important than the what. Of course, I am talking about self-examination, and that is sometimes about as pleasant as a trip to the dentist.
Do you ever consider what you are worth? And worth to whom, and why, and when? We get hung up on the word worth and get in all kind of trouble because of it.
A man buys a Cadillac and thinks it gives him more worth.
Another man adds up one college degree after another and thinks they give him more worth.
A job title. A star in sports. Popularity.
But as a sub text…many people eventually get around to believing and accepting full blast, “My greatest worth is that I was made by God.”
Over and over again the Bible underlines this real worth. From the very beginning in Genesis (1:1, 26-28) In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness…." So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female, he created them. God blessed them and said to them, "Be fruitful and increase in number…."
"Through him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made."(John 1:3, NIV)
And quoting Paul, he said in Acts 17:25: …for he himself [God] gives all men life and breath and everything else. And in 17:28-29: For in God we live and move and have our being.
And again, in 1 John 3:1, 2: “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God”
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A quote from the blog posted thursday December 30th blog entitled “ANGER IS A KILLER” (1st in Series) (on this Wyrick's Writings)
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew…”
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Neil Wyrick’s book RUST ON MY SOUL Serialized on Tuesday is available on amazon.com
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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He was just a little boy and he had stopped by the neighborhood store and asked the owner if he could use his telephone.
The owner could help overhearing the conversation and that Jimmy had changed the sound of his voice, “Mrs. Brown? I was just wondering if you would like someone to mow your lawn…oh, you already have someone?...well, may I ask how he is doing?...he’s doing a good job…well, I guess you won’t be needing me. Thanks anyway.”
The owner couldn’t help but comment, “Sorry you didn’t get the job Jimmy.”
Oh,” responded Jimmy, “I already mow the lawn for Mrs. Brown. I was checking up to see whether she thought I was doing a good job.”
Were our actions this last week good or bad? And how did we perform them? And why did we perform them? The why being more important than the what. Of course, I am talking about self-examination, and that is sometimes about as pleasant as a trip to the dentist.
Do you ever consider what you are worth? And worth to whom, and why, and when? We get hung up on the word worth and get in all kind of trouble because of it.
A man buys a Cadillac and thinks it gives him more worth.
Another man adds up one college degree after another and thinks they give him more worth.
A job title. A star in sports. Popularity.
But as a sub text…many people eventually get around to believing and accepting full blast, “My greatest worth is that I was made by God.”
Over and over again the Bible underlines this real worth. From the very beginning in Genesis (1:1, 26-28) In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness…." So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female, he created them. God blessed them and said to them, "Be fruitful and increase in number…."
"Through him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made."(John 1:3, NIV)
And quoting Paul, he said in Acts 17:25: …for he himself [God] gives all men life and breath and everything else. And in 17:28-29: For in God we live and move and have our being.
And again, in 1 John 3:1, 2: “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God”
*****************************************
A quote from the blog posted thursday December 30th blog entitled “ANGER IS A KILLER” (1st in Series) (on this Wyrick's Writings)
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well, I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself, you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew…”
******************************************
Neil Wyrick’s book RUST ON MY SOUL Serialized on Tuesday is available on amazon.com
To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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