“Tell no one of this vision, until the son of man is raised from the dead.”
The late Itzhak Perlman was one of the great virtuoso violinists of the 20th century. Stricken with polio as a child, he wore large braces on both legs and maneuvered with the aid of two crutches.
Seeing him take the stage was an inspiring sight: painfully and slowly, but majestically and confidently, he would make his way to his chair. Then he would carefully lower himself into his chair, place his crutches on the floor, unfasten the braces on his legs, and tuck one foot back and extend the other foot forward; he would then bend down and pick up his violin, arrange it under his chin, and then nod to the conductor. It was a ritual that his audiences had come to respect and admire.
We Discover “our Star” in the Ordinary Course of our Daily Lives
“… behold, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, saying, Where is He who has been born king of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East, and have come to worship Him.”
Perhaps you’ve seen the touching Christmas episode of The West Wing which first aired several years ago but has since been repeated.
A few days before Christmas, Toby Ziegler, the President’s sarcastic and sardonic communications director, receives a call from the Washington D.C. police asking if he knows a homeless man who had died in the cold the night before. Toby has no idea who the man is. The police find Toby’s card in the coat the man was wearing — Toby had given the coat to a shelter a long time ago. Toby discovers that the man was a decorated Vietnam veteran; his only survivor is a brother who also lives on the streets. Toby uses his Presidential connections to arrange for the man’s internment with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery on Christmas Eve.Continue reading →
“While Jesus was praying, his face changed in appearance and his clothing became dazzling white.”
A woman who had never seen the ocean before went on a cruise. On the voyage she was captivated by the variety of colors she saw in different parts of the ocean — azure, turquoise, aquamarine, emerald. She collected samples of each hue in small bottles.
When she returned home, she wanted to show her friends the magnificent colors she had seen. But when she poured the contents of each bottle into separate glasses to show them, she was shocked to see that all they contained was water — colorless, translucent, ordinary water.Continue reading →
“Can you drink the cup that I drink or be baptized with the baptism with which I am baptized…?”
Television host and psychologist Dr. Phil McGraw recalls an important lesson he learned playing football as a kid: he remembers,
“My seventh-grade football team had just been soundly trounced. Our opponent was a bunch of rag-tag kids from an Oklahoma City Salvation Army shelter. Their helmets didn’t match. Some wore jeans. The kid across from me put his number on his shirt in masking tape. But when we snapped the ball, that kid hit me so hard that my left shoulder still hurts when it rains. After the game, my dad told me, ‘Boy, you just got a lesson in the power of desire. The difference between winners and losers is that winners do things that losers just don’t want to do.’
“If I want to do something bad enough, I better be willing to work however hard is required. If not, a boy with a taped-on number just might take it away from you.” Continue reading →