Hi and we trust you are well.  Hope this letter knocks your socks off!               

 

IN GOD’S EYES, NO ONE IS JUST A FACE IN THE CROWD.

 

FAITH IS LIKE A BOOMERANG; BEGIN USING WHAT YOU HAVE AND IT COMES BACK TO YOU IN GREAT MEASURE.                                                          Charles L Allen

 

From a passenger ship, everyone can see a bearded man on a small island who is shouting and desperately waving his hands.  “Who is it?” a passenger asks the captain.  “I have no idea.  Every year when we pass, he goes nuts.”

 

THE ART OF AWARENESS   (a little heavy but some good lines)

Thoreau wrote: “Only that day dawns to which we are awake.”  The art of awareness is the art of learning how to wake up to the eternal miracle of life with its limitless possibilities.

It is rising to the challenge of the stirring old hymn: “Awake my soul, stretch every nerve.”

It is developing the deep sensitivity through which you may suffer and know tragedy, and die a little, but through which you will also experience the grandeur of human life.

It is following the philosophy of Albert Schweitzer who teaches “reverence for life,” from ants to men; it is developing a sense of oneness with all life.

It is identifying yourself with the hopes, dreams, fears, and longings of others, that you may understand them and help them.

It is learning to interpret the thoughts, feelings, and moods of others through their words, tones, inflections, facial expressions, and movements.

It is keeping mentally alert to all that goes on around you; it is being curious, observant, imaginative that you may build an ever increasing fund of knowledge of the universe.

It is striving to stretch the range of eye and ear; it is taking time to look and listen and comprehend.

It is searching for beauty everywhere, in a flower, a mountain, a machine, a sonnet, and a symphony.

It is knowing wonder, awe, and humility in the face of life’s unexplained mysteries.

It is discovering the mystic power of the silence and coming to know the secret inner voice of intuition.

It is avoiding blind spots in considering problems and situations; it is striving “to see life steadily and see it whole.”

It is enlarging the scope of your life through the expansion of your personality.

It is through a growing awareness that you stock and enrich your memory . . . and as a great philosopher has said: “A man thinks with his memory.”                                               Wilfred A. Peterson

 

When I ran out of icing sugar, I asked my husband to pick some up for me on his next trip out.  He couldn’t find any baking items at the store and finally approached a salesclerk.  “Can you tell me where the icing sugar is kept?” he asked.  The clerk looked at him skeptically and replied, ”Sir, this is Canadian Tire.”

 

LIVE AS IF YOU WERE TO DIE TOMORROW. 

LEARN AS IF YOU WERE TO LIVE FOREVER.                            Mahatma Gandhi

 

This country has more lakes than the rest of the world combined.  Can you guess?        (Answer on back)

 

I thoroughly believe in a university education for both men and women; but I believe a knowledge of the Bible without a college course is more valuable than a college course without the Bible.   

                                                                                                                   William Lyon Phelps

 

We are not hen’s eggs, or bananas, or clothespins, to be counted off by the dozen.  Down to the last detail we are all different.  Everyone has his own fingerprints.  Recognize and rejoice in that endless variety.  The white light of the divine purpose streams down from heaven to be broken up by these human prisms into all the colours of the rainbow.  Take your own colour in the pattern and be just that.          Charles R. Brown

 

THEY BUILD TOO LOW WHO BUILD BENEATH THE SKIES.

        (Inscription on a building in Washington, D.C.)

                                                                                                                                                   

LEST WE FORGET:         With Remembrance Day just past, we thought we’d send you this inscription from a memorial in Sault Ste. Marie. 

They will never know the beauty of this place, see the seasons change, enjoy nature’s chorus.  All we enjoy we owe to them, men and women who lie buried in the earth of foreign lands and in the seven seas. Dedicated to the memory of Canadians who died overseas in the service of their country and so preserved our heritage.   

 

Maybe few of us landlubbers ever thought about it, but those graceful old lighthouses were built on a firm and logical principle.  They assumed their light would be seen and understood.  In fog, ships did not see the light and many foundered on the shoals.  Occasionally captains mistook the light for that of another vessel and sailing across its bow or stern they came to grief upon the rocks.  Yet despite hazards of nature and blunders of man, lighthouses became the landmarks of our coasts.  Whenever in your travels, work or play, you see a church - think of it as a lighthouse.  Its gleam may not reach every soul.  But it’s there for those who see and understand.  It lights our way to port while keeping us off the shoals.

 

ANSWER to question on page 1:   Oh Canada!  Our beautiful land of lakes and so much more………

 

Mrs. Willencot was very frugal.  When her husband died, she asked the newspaper how much it would cost for a death notice.  “Two dollars for five words.”  “Can I pay for just two words?” she asked.  “Willencot dead.”  “No, two dollars is the minimum.  You still have three words.”  Mrs. Willencot thought a moment.  “Cadillac for sale.”

 

The way to God has properly been described as “letting oneself fall,” and has been compared with the first flight of a baby eagle, pushed out of the nest by its parents, and then discovering to its amazement that the invisible ocean of light in which it is dropping is capable of bearing it up.  The presence of God which surrounds everyone is like this invisible ocean which bears us up more surely than do all visible means of security.   

 

He gives strength to the weary, and increases the power of the weak … but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint.             Isaiah 40 : 31   

                                                                       

If you are tempted to reveal a tale to you someone has told

About another, make it pass, before you speak, three gates of gold.            

These narrow gates:  First, “Is it true?”  Then,  “Is it needful?”  In your mind

Give truthful answer.  And the next is last and narrowest,  “Is it kind?”

And if to reach your lips at last it passes through these gateways three,

Then you may tell the tale, nor fear what the result of speech may be.           from the Arabian

 

Did you hear about the sparrow in an Arabian legend?  A horseman found him lying on his back in the middle of the road, feet up.  When the horseman asked him why he was doing it, he said he’d been told the heavens were going to fall that day.  The horseman laughed and asked him if he thought his puny legs could hold the heavens up, and the sparrow said, “One does what one can.”

 

Are not two sparrows sold for only a penny? But not one of them falls to the ground without your Father knowing it.          Matthew 10:29

 

The famous cliff swallows of San Juan Capistrano leave town every year in a swirling mass near the day of San Juan on October 23rd.  They  return from their winter vacation spot 6000 miles south in Goya, Corrientes, Argentina.  They land at the mission in San Juan, California, on or around St. Joseph’s Day, March 19th, to the ringing bells of the old church and a crowd of visitors from all over the world who are in town awaiting  their arrival and celebrating with a huge fiesta as well as a parade.  So-called “scout swallows” precede the main flock each year by a few days and begin rebuilding the mud nests that cling to the ruins of the old stone church and throughout the Capistrano Valley.

 

 Talk to you soon. T.T.F.N.  (Ta Ta For Now)            God Bless!   Love and Prayers,                                                                                                                                    Bar River and Echo Bay United Churches