Senin, 30 April 2012

Who is God?

In a public school, a teacher asked his disciples, "Who is God?" The first question addressed the pupil named Mahfud. Mahfud said that God is the judge who judges the wicked. Mahfud's father was a judge.

Then the teacher asked Andi, who is a god? Andi replied, God is a doctor who could cure all ills. Andi's father is a doctor.

The teacher said to Anthony, who is God? Anthony said that God is able to provide everything. Anthony's father is a conglomerate which are always to the wishes of her son.

All children have the same question and they answer that question based on their perspective on the work of their respective fathers.

Tedy had arrived at that question. Teachers know that Tedy is not rich like his friends who live well off. Tedy's head bent down, not daring to look his teacher.

The teacher then asked Tedy, who God is? Tedy quietly replied that God is a "scavenger".

Class becomes chaotic and noisy because Tedy answers. How could God as "scavengers". Then the teacher asked, why Tedy say that God is 'scavenger'?

Tedy said that a scavenger take things that are useless, collect and clean it so it becomes useful. My dad also picked me off the streets and bring me home to his house. I fosterage, schooled, to be useful. If my father did not take me, whether I am right now so is the fate of the street. Thus the Lord for me to be like a "scavenger". He took a useless and turn it into useful. All classes are silent and without the teacher was moved to tears.
Indeed what god do you think?

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Senin, 23 April 2012

Awaiting The Arrival of God

One day, God promised to visit the home of a lady. The lady was very proud and excited. She prepared everything in order to deserve God's welcome. Yard was swept and the furniture cleaned and arranged the furniture so it looks clean and beautiful. Once done it all, she sat and waited for the Lord.

Suddenly there was a knock the door. The lady was rushed to open it. It turns a beggar at the door. "Oh, not today. I'm waiting for God's coming to visit! " She drove beggars and closed the door.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door again. The lady was immediately opened the door of her house. But who's met? Only a poor old man who asked for help, "Sorry, I can not help you today. I'm waiting for the Lord! "She said as she closed the door with a bang.

Just closed, the door was knocked again. Once again, the lady opened. A beggar in rags and looked hungry for food and a place to lay his weary. "Oh, no. I'm waiting for the Lord. I can not give you bread and place! "Beggar's gone. The lady was waiting for God again.

Hours and hours passed and evening came. Yet there are also signs of God's presence. The lady had become agitated and asked herself, "Where is God who promised to visit me?"

Finally, she fell asleep and dreamed. God came to her and said, "I've come to you three times and three times as well, you've turn Me down!"

Everyone who hears this story is no longer repel each other to ask for help. They do not want to drive out an almighty good of their homes.
God can be present in the person that we never imagined possible before. Even the personal can also be present in the very near future and we encounter every day.

Jumat, 20 April 2012

Extensive Heart

There's an old wise man approached a young man who was plagued by problems and issues.

Without wasting time the young man immediately told all his problems.

Just listen to the wise old man with closely, then he took a handful of black powder and asked the young man a glass of water.

He showed bitter powder into a glass and stir in slowly,
"Just drink it and say how it feels?" The old man said
"Very bitter" replied the young man

The old man smiled, then took him to walk to the lake behind his house.

They walked side by side and finally get to the edge of a quiet lake.

Once there, the old man returned to the lake bitter powder sprinkled it with a stick and he was stirring,
"Try to take water from this lake and drink"

When the boy drank the water, the old man asked again,
"How does it feel?"
"Fresh" replied the youth
"Do you feel bitter in the water?" asked the old man
"No," said Youth

The old man laughed and said, "Young people listen carefully, the bitterness of life as a handful of black powder, no more no less. Number and sense of bitterness was the same and it will remain the same.

But the bitterness we feel very dependent of CONTAINERS that we have. It will be based on the bitterness of feeling where we put it down.

So when we feel the bitterness and failure in life, there's only one thing we can do:
"Exert your chest all that we receive,
Open your heart to hold any bitterness "

My brother .. The heart is the container. The feeling is that place.
Heart is the place to accommodate everything.
"Do not make the heart like a glass, make like a lake which is able to accommodate all the bitterness and turn it into a freshness and peace.

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Selasa, 03 April 2012

A Big Liar

A nice story about honesty.

Once, in the land of China, there was a disciple named Su Dong Bo parted ways with his teacher because he wanted to explore the science of spirituality. One day the students are writing letters to his teacher who lives across the river.
Teachers, students have been steeped in spiritual science. Now the student has not shaken by the shock of eight winds.
Now the students quiet and brave souls like a mountain, like a tranquil lake water and ... (etc. ..)
Eight wind in question is eight living conditions, namely:
praise and insult, the popularity and notoriety, prosperous and safe danger, blessing and calamity.
After reading the letter from the student, the teacher with a smile patiently replied to the students. Su Dong Bo is proud to open a letter from his teacher.
In a letter written just one word: Liar!
Su Dong Bo immediately fly off the handle, the teacher really insane, always so negative, like suspicion, prejudice, prejudice, I should immediately see a teacher, I encourage open debate, I'll prove that I'm not lying!
Su Dong Bo soon paddling the canoe across the river. Upon arrival he rushed across the river toward the convent teacher.
Just about to knock on the door of the convent, her hand held, a red face turned pale. Shame disappear arrogance changed. With head bowed, he walked slowly back to the sampan, rowed back to the feelings of extreme embarrassment.
What happened?
At the front door of the monastery a piece of paper stuck to his teacher:
Not shaken by the shock he said eight winds, only with a word Liar! have you already been hit and was thrown up across the river.
Truth is not just understanding. Understanding is only a concept and the concept is not the truth itself. The truth that life is an experience that must be directly inspired by and applied in everyday life behavior.
Talking is easy. When faced with the reality to practice all of our words, we are not necessarily ready. It is better if we're talking about in line with what we do.

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