Is There Life After Delivery?

Those who do not believe in God because they do not see evidence of God’s existence in the surface events of life would do well to consider these wise words from Charles Webster Leadbeater:

It is one of the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also the limit of all there is to perceive.

I do not know who wrote the following allegory, but it is certainly delivers Leadbetter’s message loud and clear.

IS THERE LIFE AFTER DELIVERY?

In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other, “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”

“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than

Turn Off Your Phones!

in church today, the minister offered a nice analogy. He said that if you ask a friend to call you but you’re always on the phone with others, your friend won’t be able to reach you.

So it is with God. If your five “sense telephones” are ceaselessly relaying information and perceptions about

A Bullying Story with a Happy Ending

This lovely little story was posted by someone with the screen name mrsparkuhlah on the Kindness Blog, which celebrates the angels of kindness that walk among us every day. Never underestimate the power of kindness; even the smallest gesture can be tremendously healing and affirming for the recipient.

THE NOTE

My mother was an English teacher for several years. One day in one of her classes she began a discussion on bullying. This was actually well before bullying became a major topic, but my mom had experienced some bullying in her own life and didn’t want to see her students go through the same thing.

In the discussion she decided to open up and use a real-life example. She told the class about how she was a little chubbier when she was in junior high and had very few friends. Virtually the entire class picked on her.

One day she came back into class from recess and found a note on her desk.

It read in bold letters: “These people hate you,” and around the letters every single student in the classroom had signed their name.

Of course, this

A Letter a Year from Grampo

Grampo was so proud of his little man

In an earlier post, I encouraged parents to write a birthday letter to their kid every year. These letters quickly become a cherished tradition and are treasured by the child who receives them.

It doesn’t take much time to create something so precious. For example, here are the letters my grandfather (my sister and I would come to call him Grampo) wrote to me on the day I was born and my first eight birthdays. Use them as a model if you wish. But no matter what, write something each year! This tradition will bring great joy to both you and your child!

On the day I was born, Grampo wrote me this letter:

Here is Grampo’s birthday letter to me when I turned one: