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Christ is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all.
Karen Carter '74
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> THE BRICK
>
>
> About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named Josh =
> was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too =
> fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two =
> months old. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked =
> cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car =
> passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and-WHUMP! -- it =
> smashed into the Jag's shiny black side door! BRAKES SCREECHED...!!!!=20
>
> Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the =
> Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh =
> jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a =
> parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are =
> you? Just what do you think you are doing?!" Building up a head of =
> steam, he went on. "That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna =
> cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"=20
>
> "Please, mister, please .... I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" =
> pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would =
> stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the =
> parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off the curb =
> and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the =
> boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me by getting him back =
> into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."=20
>
> Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the =
> rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man =
> back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the =
> scrapes and cuts, checked to see that everything was going to be OK. He =
> then watched, as the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward =
> their home.=20
>
> It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar =
> XKE - a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the dented side door of =
> his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so =
> fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention..... =
> Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life that are =
> coming at/to you.=20
>
> "It was not with perishable things such as silver and gold that you were =
> redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your =
> forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without =
> blemish or defect." - 1 Peter 1:18-19=20
>
> - Anonymous -
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> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>About ten years ago, a young and very successful =
> executive named=20
> Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a =
> bit too=20
> fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two =
> months old.=20
> He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed =
> down=20
> when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child darted =
> out, but a=20
> brick sailed out and-WHUMP! -- it smashed into the Jag's shiny black =
> side door!=20
> BRAKES SCREECHED...!!!! <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P>
> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires =
> madly spun=20
> the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh =
> jumped=20
> out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. =
> He=20
> shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what =
> do you=20
> think you are doing?!" Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's =
> my new=20
> Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you =
> throw=20
> it?" <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P>
> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>"Please, mister, please .... I'm sorry! I didn't know =
> what else=20
> to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else =
> would=20
> stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the =
> parked=20
> car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off the curb and =
> fell out of=20
> his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the =
> executive,=20
> "Would you please help me by getting him back into his wheelchair? He's =
> hurt and=20
> he's too heavy for me." <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P>
> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>Moved beyond words, the young executive tried =
> desperately to=20
> swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted =
> the young=20
> man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the =
> scrapes=20
> and cuts, checked to see that everything was going to be OK. He then =
> watched, as=20
> the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.=20
> <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P>
> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, =
> 12 cylinder=20
> Jaguar XKE - a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the dented side =
> door of=20
> his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so =
> fast that=20
> someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention..... Some =
> bricks are=20
> softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life that are coming at/to =
> you.=20
> <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P>
> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>"It was not with perishable things such as silver and =
> gold that=20
> you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from =
> your=20
> forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without =
> blemish or=20
> defect." - 1 Peter 1:18-19 <o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P>
> <P><SPAN style=3D"FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"><FONT =
> color=3D#666666><FONT=20
> size=3D3><STRONG>- Anonymous=20
> -<o:p></o:p></STRONG></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P></DIV></BODY></HTML>
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