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Greetings to ever one in western Illinois and all readers of The Quill. Harvest progress's rapidly and a few fellers has finished bring'n in their corn and soybeans fer the 2013 season. Many bless'ns have been reported in those categories.
Laws of Life
How many of youn's has given much thought to the "Laws of Life"? Well, to stimulate your grey matter on the subject I give you the follow'n simple laws:
There ya has it then. Can youn's relate to any of them laws?
Has any of ya ever got bit by a gossip? Frank came up with an enterest'n way to solve the problem. Here is his solution:
Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her extra-curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused Frank, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told Frank (and several others) that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing!
Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He simply said nothing.
Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house, walked home...and left it there all night.
(You gotta love Frank!) What do ya suppose Mildred had to say about that?
A True Reflection of Worth
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
"Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house'.
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
That's it fer this weeks column. Continue practice'n safety and brotherly love. Have a good week and hope'n to see ya in church this week.
Keep on Smile'n
Catch ya later