#MoralStory: Human Value (A $20 Bill)

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked,

“Who would like this $20 bill?”

Hands started going up.

He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.

He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill.

He then asked, “Who still wants it?”

Still the hands were up in the air.

Well, he replied, “What if I do this?”

And he dropped it on the ground. And started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.

“Now, who still wants it?”

Still the hands went into the air.

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson.

No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it Because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, But by WHO WE ARE.

“You are special – Don’t EVER forget it.”

#MoralStory: Noodles & Eggs Story from President Xi

China’s President Xi Jinping has created his own political ideology, as the leader of the Communist Party.   “Xi Jinping Thought” were mentioned several times at the Communist Party Congress. Here is the lessons President Xi learned from his father while he was young  and the influence on him.  The lessons about truth, experience and generosity was very well encapsulated in this short story.

“As a child, I was a selfish child. I always think of myself first with good things, never consider the feelings of others. As a result, the companions left me one by one. I am very upset over it, and laid the blame to others.

One night, my father cooked two bowls of noodles. There was a white egg on one bowl and none on the other.

My father asked me, which bowl you prefer?

During then, eggs were very precious food. It was only on a festive or occasion like birthday that we had the privilege having egg in a meal. I would not miss such opportunity and with no hesitation, I chose the bowl with eggs.

My choice was wrong. I was surprised that my father’s bowl actually contained two eggs underneath the noddle. I regretted it and hated myself for being too impatient. Noticed my reaction, my father smiled and said to me:

“Son, you must remember, what is visible to the eye might not be true, one who want to take advantage of others will eventually suffer a big loss.”

The next night, my father cooked two bowls of noodles again. There was still a white egg on one bowl and none on the other. My father asked me to choose. I learned from the previous experience and chose the bowl with no eggs on the surface. The father watched me silently and did not utter a word. I quickly picked up the chopsticks, stirred the noodles to find the eggs underneath it.Read More »

#MoralStory: A Donkey’s Spirit

One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!Read More »

The Touching Story of Young Iqbal Masih

In 1982 a baby boy was born to Inayat Bibi and Saif Masih. They named him Iqbal Masih. Sometime after Iqbal’s birth, Saif Masih deserted the family. While Iqbal’s mother worked, his older sisters took care of him and his older siblings. Iqbal did not go to school. Education was not compulsory or widely available in Pakistan. Very few poor children learnt to read and write. He spent his earliest years playing in the fields until he was ready to help his family by going to work.

To pay off the wedding of Saif’ oldest son, he turned to a local thekedar, an employer who owns a nearby carpet factory. In return for the loan, the employer expects collateral, a guarantee of something of value to secure the loan. Said Masih’s only valuable possessions were his children. Iqbal, a scrappy four-year-old, was considered ready to work. Little Iqbal would weave carpets until all the money, including an undisclosed amount of interest and expenses, was paid back.. From that day forward, Iqbal became a “debt-bonded slave.”

Iqbal’s job at the carpet factory was essentially no different from that of millions of other young people who work day and night to help their families. At four o’clock in the morning, he was picked up by the thekedar and driven to the factory where he was to work for the next six years of his life. He was put in an airless room, big enough for about twenty looms. A small, bare light bulb gave out little light. It was sticky and hot inside the room because all the windows were sealed tight to keep out any insects that might damage the wool.

When Iqbal completed his work as an apprentice, he was then ready to weave carpets. He worked beside twenty other boys. His earnings amounted to one rupee a day (two cents), even though he worked from four o’clock in the morning until seven in the evening. The children in the shop were not allowed to speak to one another. “If the children spoke, they were not giving the complete attention to the product and were liable to make errors,” Iqbal later told journalists. Many other freed child slaves told similar stories.Read More »

#MoralStory: Lessons We Can Learn From The Nativity Story

Did you know that the Christmas story itself is packed full of lessons? Here are 3 lessons we can learn from it, from Dr. Scott Morris.

  1. We learn that the angels worshiped.
    Most of the accounts in the Bible of angels appearing describe just one angel bringing a message. Luke 2 also begins with one angel, but soon a “multitude of heavenly host” appeared. They were a congregation, a community whose job was to worship God. “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those he favors!” We sing these words in countless forms during the Christmas season. Notice that they connect God’s glory to the quality of life God wants us to experience—peace.
  2. We learn that the shepherds worshiped.
    The angels left and the shepherds shot off to Bethlehem, where they found Jesus with Mary and Joseph. They could not keep from flapping their lips with the good news! Luke tells us they went back to their sheep “glorifying and praising God.” The shepherds had a new purpose now. It’s a great picture of how an encounter with God’s glory infuses new energy into our lives.
  3. We learn that the wise men worshiped.
    Jesus was a little older by the time the wise men finished their long journey from the east and found Jesus with his mother in a house in Bethlehem. Matthew tells us they “knelt down and paid him homage.” Then they gave their famous gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. The wise men were people of action, not just words. They went to great lengths to find out what that rising star meant. Their homage, or worship, called them out of their ordinary routines and into deeper meaning in a life with God.

All of these lessons point to one thing: that worship is good for our health. It draws us into community with others and reminds us that God’s story is bigger than our story. Research links attending religious services with better mental and physical health and suggests that personal spiritual practices may reduce stress—and thus all the physical manifestations of stress.

Now it’s our turn to worship and discover a picture of what God wants for the world. It’s our turn to worship and find renewed energy. It’s our turn to worship and journey into lives of deeper significance.

May God meet you in your Christmas journey this year.

Source: https://churchhealth.org/three-new-lessons-can-learn-nativity-story/

#MoralStory: The Christmas Star

Isaac’s head began to nod. His hand slowed down scratching the dog’s head. It was hard for a boy of ten to stay awake all night in the field. The dog licked his face. “What? Oh, good boy,” Isaac said. He rubbed his eyes and stretched. The sky was clear and full of stars. Isaac was glad his father thought he was old enough to help with their flocks of sheep.

Isaac’s father and his uncle soon came by to check on him. The three of them sat to share a loaf of bread and some cheese. Suddenly a bright light washed over the shepherds from above. They were scared. They looked up to see a host of beautiful angels. One of the angels spoke to them. “Do not be afraid,” the angel said. “I bring you good news of great joy! Today a savior is born in Bethlehem. He is Christ the Lord. Go to the city. You will find the baby lying in a manger. Follow the brightest star.”

Hundreds of angels appeared and sang praises to God. As suddenly as they appeared, the angels returned to heaven. Only one bright, shining star over Bethlehem was left in the sky. The shepherds were amazed. “We must go to the city and find this savior,” said Isaac’s father. “We must hurry!” said Isaac.

The shepherds began to round up their flocks and herd them toward home. Once the sheep were penned up, Isaac and his father and uncle walked quickly to Bethlehem, where the star was shining down on the stable behind the inn. There they found Mary, Joseph, and the baby in the stable.Read More »

#MoralStory: Admire Their Glow

I looked at my beautiful Christmas tree and sighed. It was time. The New Year was a week old and my tree still stood in the corner of our room with its collection of memories proudly displayed in a shower of colorful lights. I’d procrastinated long enough.

I got up, went to the garage and hauled all the boxes into the room. The garland was the first to come down. The tree looked naked already. I took the large ornaments off next. They made a large pile on our bed. An hour later, our bed was covered with Christmas memories. Each pile contained an ornament along with its matching brothers and sisters from sets purchased many years ago.

I prepared the boxes and carefully placed ornaments in their protective packaging, pausing every few minutes to admire a favorite. “Hey, little Santa!” I held the Santa from my childhood. “Thanks for being my friend for almost fifty years.” He was a little ragged but still gives me a flood of wonderful memories. “Until next year, my dear friend.”

There was a collection of handmade ones. My children made them in their first years of school, more than twenty years ago. Made by tiny hands, they are far from perfect in design, but every year they go on my memory tree – memories of young giggles on Christmas morning and a smiling face when they handed them to me when I came home from work. “Look what we made, Daddy!”

“Oh! It is beautiful. Let’s find a special spot on the tree for it.”Read More »

#MoralStory: Merry Chrismas in advance!

Did you know there is a great difference between the word CHRISTMAS and the word XMAS?

CHRISTMAS is combination of 2 words: Christ and Mass

Before Christ was born some so many years ago 25th Dec used to be PAGAN’S day for SACRIFICES.

Later in the year 533 AD Constantine the head of the then Roman Church which is today the Roman Catholic, changed the day from pagan’s day of sacrifices to Jesus Christ’s birth commemoration. He called the day THE MASS FOR CHRIST ie CHRISTMAS

  1. CHRIST in Hebrew means The Anointed One or The Chosen One
  2. MAS in Greek means A Big Gathering of People

Thus CHRISTMAS means The Gathering of Christ!

Then, where did the word X-MASS come from?

Beware!!

Its believed that after the day of Christ’s gathering {CHRISTMAS}, became famous n respected worldwide, Atheists n AntiChrists decided to change it by removing the name Christ for an X to mean that there is no Christ.

It changed the meaning  by reading X-MASS i.e to mean “there is no Christ’s Gathering”

Merry CHRISTMAS & NOT  XMAS.

X is often used 2 designate a person,thing, factor, whose true name is unknown/withheld.

It’s used to take out, excise,cancel words.

“X” has nothing to do with “Christ” “The Anointed One,” Don’t replace Christ with “X”

Therefore as a Catholic don’t use X-MAS but CHRISTMAS

You might have made that mistake before but this year don’t do it again by wishing people X-Mass instead of CHRISTMAS. Our Father in heaven is a lovely father and a merciful one at that, so stop using Xmas in place of Christmas

God bless you as you help and join in correcting this error.

The Lord bless u and have a Merry Chrismas in advance not XMAS!!

#MoralStory: The Golden Slippers

It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn’t yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our local discount store.

Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles. Why did I come today? I wondered.

My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if didn’t buy them anything.

Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items, I considered gift-buying anything but fun. Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait.

In front of me were two small children – a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl’s clothing resembled her brother’s. Her head was a matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face.

She carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house slippers. As the Christmas music sounded in the store’s stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily.Read More »

#MoralStory: Patrick Henry Hughes Story

Born without eyes and without the ability to fully straighten his arms and legs 31 years ago, Patrick is not able to walk and has had surgery to insert two steel rods to his spine to correct scoliosis. He has had artificial eyes fitted and uses a wheelchair. While for most of us, this may sound like the makings of a story of tragedy, instead it is one of triumph.

About his limitations, Patrick said: “God made me blind and unable to walk. Big deal! He gave me the musical gifts I have and the great opportunity to meet new people.”

Along with his remarkable musical talents, Patrick has excelled at school and university, graduating magna cum laude from the University of Louisville in 2010, where his major was Spanish, which he speaks fluently.

After Patrick’s birth, his parents felt confused and upset, and their hopes and dreams for their son began to fade. His father, Patrick Snr asked, “Why us? We’ve played by all the rules.”

It was around the time Patrick was nine months old, that he was placed in front of a piano, and incredibly at that young an age, he demonstrated a natural musical talent.

His mother said, “You could go up and hit a note and no matter where it was on the piano, within one or two tries, he would find that exact note.”Read More »