|Original title: Was it God-or just
Our subtitle: STOP inventing excuses!
After Sept. 11th, one company invited the remaining members
of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on
the Twin Towers to share their available office space.
At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of
why these people were alive...and all the stories were just
"annoying little things" :
- As you might know, the head of the company got in late
that day because his son started kindergarten.
- Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring
- One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off
- One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because
of an auto accident.
- One of them missed his bus.
- One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to
- One's car wouldn't start.
- One went back to answer the telephone.
- One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon
as he should have.
- One couldn't get a taxi.
- The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair
of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work!
but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he
is alive today.
since then when I am s tuck in traffic , miss an elevator
, turn back to answer a ringing telephone ...all the little
things that annoy me. I think to myself, this is exactly where
God wants me to be at this very moment.
Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children
are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys,
you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated;
God is at work watching over you.
May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little
things and may you remember their possible purpose.
Our God to Thee we Sing!
Let Music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet Freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The Sound prolong.
Our fathers' God to Thee
Author of Liberty, To Thee we sing!
Long may our Land be bright,
With Freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King!
(Samuel Francis Smith, 1832)