A BUSINESS MAN'S PRAYER
Help me, 0 Lord, to
remember that three feet make one yard, sixteen ounces one pound, four
quarts one gallon, and sixty minutes one hour. Help me to do business on
the square. Make me sympathetic with the fellow who has broken in the
struggle. Keep me from taking unfair advantage of the weak, or from
selling my self-respect for profit. Blind my eyes to the petty faults of
others, but reveal to me my own. Deafen my ears to the rustle of unholy
skirts, and help me to live, day by day, in such a way that I shall be
able to look across the table at my wife, who has been such a blessing to
me, and have nothing to conceal. And when comes the sound of low music,
the scent of sweet flowers, and the crunch of footsteps on the gravel,
make the ceremony short and the epitaph simple- "Here lies a man ... one
who was of service to others."
- A. A. Larsen
God's Under the Bed
(Author Unknown)
My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I
heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and
I stopped outside his closed door to listen.
"Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed."
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room.
Kevin's unique
perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something
else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very
different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally
disabled as a result of difficulties during labor.
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