You got that right. This was forwarded too, -- Christ is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all. Karen Carter '74 > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > ------=_NextPart_000_05B0_01C591D0.D1233DE0 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > 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 - > > ------=_NextPart_000_05B0_01C591D0.D1233DE0 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML xmlns:o =3D "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"><HEAD> > <META http-equiv=3DContent-Type content=3D"text/html; = > charset=3Diso-8859-1"> > <META content=3D"MSHTML 6.00.2800.1476" name=3DGENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=3D#ffffff> > <DIV>THE BRICK</DIV> > <DIV><BR></DIV> > <DIV> > <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> > > ------=_NextPart_000_05B0_01C591D0.D1233DE0--