Praising Even At Their Bleakest

One winter I sat in army fatigues somewhere near Anniston, Alabama, eating my supper out of a mess kit. The infantry training battalion that I had been assigned to was on bivouac. There was a cold drizzle of rain, and everything was mud. The sun had gone down.

I was still hungry when I finished and noticed that a man nearby had left something that he was not going to eat. It was a turnip. When I asked him if I could have it, he tossed it over to me. I missed the catch, and the turnip fell to the ground, but I wanted it so badly that I picked it up and started eating it, mud and all.

Time deepened and slowed down. With a lurch of the heart, I saw suddenly that not only was the turnip good, but the mud was good too, even the drizzle and cold were good, even the Army that I had dreaded for months was good.

Sitting there in the Alabama winter with my mouth full of cold turnip and mud, I could see at least for a moment how if you ever took truly to heart the ultimate goodness and joy of things, even at their bleakest, the need to praise someone or something for it would be so great that you might even have to go out and speak of it to the birds of the air.

 — Frederick Buechner, 
The Sacred Journey (HarperOne, 1991)

How Hard Do You Hit Your Problem?

A young boy wanted to play contact sports, particularly American style football and rugby, but was hesitant to do so because he thought that he was too small.  One day he shared this concern with his sister's friend.  The sister's friend picked up a potato and a plastic straw.

He asked the young boy, "Do you think this little straw can go through this big potato?"

The boy replied, "No way, it's too small and thin."

His sister's friend said, "You are wrong."  Then with great speed he pushed the straw straight through the potato.

The boy sat wide-eyed and in disbelief.

His sister's friend said, "It does not matter how small you are, what matters is how hard you hit your problem."

- Craig A. Smith, Sermon Illustrations For An Asian Audience (OMF Literature Inc., 2004)

We Do Need The Bumps

A little boy was leading his youngest sister up a steep mountain path.  The climbing was difficult, for there were many rocks in the way.  Finally, the little girl got very exasperated by the hard climb.

"This isn't a path at all.  It's rocky and bumpy," she complained to her brother.

"Sure," the brother replied.  And with a loving glance, he gave her these simple, yet wise words: "But the bumps are what you climb on."

- taken from Our Daily Bread