This is about Forgiveness

Found this on Pam's page in Facebook and I want to share it with all of you here. It is about Forgiveness.

Rich Son, Poor Son

"Rich Son, Poor Son", I first saw this in a cinema theatre. Today I spotted it from one of my Facebook friends. I went to YouTube to look for it and here it is. This is a video about family values produced by our neighbour, Malaysia; sponsored by Petronas their national oil company.

Grandma's Hands

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.

'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her.

'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?'

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.


Grandma smiled and related this story:
'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.


'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor..
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

'They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special . I, too, am someone special.


They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.
'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.'

I will never look at my hands the same again. . When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma.

Helen Keller through Anne Sullivan

The world would not have had Helen Keller without Anne Sullivan. Here you see her explaining how she first started with helping Helen Keller communicate with the world. Anne Sullivan is much less well known, but she is no lesser than Helen Keller.

A good friend in Seattle brought this video to my attention. :-)

Judge Not.

Got this poem quite a few times in my mail and it is a welcomed reminder each time. I think it is a good idea to put it up here too. It would be a much better world if we learn to judge less.

I was shocked, confused, bewildered

As I entered Heaven's door,

Not by the beauty of it all,

Nor the lights or its decor.

 

But it was the folks in Heaven

Who made me sputter and gasp--

The thieves, the liars, the sinners,

The alcoholics and the trash.

 

There stood the kid from seventh grade

Who swiped my lunch money twice.

Next to him was my old neighbour

Who never said anything nice.

 

Herb, who I always thought

Was rotting away in hell,

Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,

Looking incredibly well.

 

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?

I would love to hear Your take.

How'd all these sinners get up here?

God must've made a mistake.

 

'And why's everyone so quiet,

So sombre - give me a clue.'

'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.

No one thought they'd be seeing you.'

 

 

JUDGE NOT.

 

Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian

any more than standing in your garage makes you a car .

 

Every saint has a PAST....

Every sinner has a FUTURE!

Unofficial National Day Song

Some people write to me, especially the Singaporeans who thought I am from state-side. Nope, I am like you, borned and bred in Singapore.

I like these dogs

Watch this youtube video and I believe you will agree with me.