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WITandWISDOM(tm) - October 5, 2001

~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS:

There is something wrong if you're always right.

Source: The Funnies, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/andychaps_the- funnies


By Holly Smeltzer, blues@tru.eastlink.ca

In our home it was natural to fear our father.

Even our mother was afraid of him. As children, my sister and I thought every family was like that. Every family had an unpredictable alcoholic who was impossible to please, and a praying Mama who was there to protect the children. We thought God planned it that way.

We were good children, Mama was always telling us we were, even if Daddy couldn't see it. Part of this was because we dared not do anything. We were quiet, timid children who rarely spoke; never when Daddy was home. People thought God had blessed Mama with the sweetest girls. She was always so proud!

Then came the day we found something new and fun to do.

We knew it would not upset anyone. We never took the risk of doing that. On our house we had a wooden door. We discovered we could draw pictures on it with chalk and it would rub right back off. We could have lots of fun.

We set to work drawing and making lots of pretty pictures all over it. We had a great time. It surprised us to see how talented we were. These pictures were good! That's when we decided to finish our masterpiece. We were proud of our work. We knew Mama would just love it. She would want all her friends to come see it and maybe they would want us to do their doors too. We had found something we were really good at!

The praise we expected did not come. Instead of seeing the beauty in our work, all Mama could see was the time and effort she would need to clean it off. She was mad. We did not understand this but we knew all about anger - and we were in big trouble!

Off we ran to find a place to hide. In our wooded yard it was not hard for two small children to find safety. Together we huddled behind a tree and did not move. Soon we heard the frightened voices of Mom and our neighbors calling out to us. Still we did not budge. They were afraid that we had run away or had drowned in the pond out back. We were afraid of being found.

The sun set and it began to get dark. Those around us became more anxious and we became more frightened. Time was slipping by, and the longer we hid there the harder it was to come out. Mom was, by now, convinced something awful had happened to us and she resorted to calling the police. We could tell something was happening because we could hear all the voices drawn together in a group. Then the search was on again, this time with strong male voices overpowering the others. If we were frightened before -- now we were terrified!

As we clung together in the dark we became aware of yet another voice. One we instantly recognized with horror -- our Daddy. But there was something strangely different about his voice. In it we heard something we had never heard before. Fear, agony, despair -- we couldn't put a name to it then, but that's what it was. Then came the prayers, tears and prayers intermingled together.

Was that our Daddy on his knees pleading with God? Our Daddy -- with tears running down his face, promising God that he would give his life to Him if He would safely return his girls?

Nothing in our lives had prepared us for this kind of shock. Neither of us remember making a decision to come out. We were drawn to him like a magnet, our fears dissolving into the forest. We don't know yet if we actually took steps or if God somehow moved us out and into his arms. What we do remember are those strong loving arms holding us and crying, holding us like we were precious.

Things were different after that. We had a new Daddy. It was like the old one was buried that day in the forest. God had taken him and replaced him with another. One who loved us and was ever thankful for us.

Mama always told us that God was a God of miracles. I guess she was right. He changed our whole family with a piece of chalk.

By Holly Smeltzer, Nova Scotia, Canada, blues@tru.eastlink.ca

Source: Life's Adventures, http://www.worldstart.com/

~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:

Early one morning a mother went to her sleeping son and woke him up.

Mom : "Wake up, son. It's time to go to school."
Son : "But why, Mama? I don't want to go to school."

Mom : "Give me two reasons why you don't want to go to school."
Son : "One, all the children hate me. Two, all the teachers hate me,"

Mom : "Oh! that's no reason. Come on, you have to go to school,"
Son : "Give me two good reasons WHY I should go to school?"

Mom : "One, you are FIFTY TWO years old. Two, you are the PRINCIPAL of the school."

Source: Sebastian's Humor Group (Discontinued)


One day when a family friend, who is a smoker, was visiting, he told us that our 4-year-old son Jacob was going to be a preacher. When we asked him what he meant by that, he said that while he was outside having a cigarette, Jacob said with a very serious look on his face, "We don't smoke; we're vegetarians!"

By Bryan and Donna Mattson - Delton, Michigan, USA

Source: Adventist Review, ISSN 0161-1119, (c) December 21, 2000, http://www.adventistreview.org/

Submitted by Nancy Simpson

~~~~~~~ TRIVIA:


Often I've worried I couldn't find and save my two cats, Kirby and Xena, in an emergency. The way to bring them running is to take out fresh catnip and yell, "Nip-nip-nip!" They come stampeding, no matter where I am. This worked really well twice to get them to the basement during a tornado warning. They were so thrilled with the catnip, it was 10 minutes before they realized the basement door was closed behind them. - Julie Knapp, Liberty Township, Ohio

Source: Your Cat, A vriend for life, Volume 7, Issue 3, http://www.iams.com/

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