Thursday, 29 July 2010

The 271 Bus Stop

I was running late. I glanced at my watch again.
11:45am and not a bus in sight. I had a little over 45 minutes to get to Old Street where I had an interview with a leading private Telecoms Company.
"Where's this bus?" I muttered to myself.

An old woman coughed furiously as she walked past pulling her shopping trolley bag behind her. I looked at her sympathetically. Her frail pink skin was edged with lines of anxiety and weariness. She was muttering quietly to herself when she stepped on the edge of the pavement and almost lost her balance. I rushed over to her side and helped to steady her so that she wouldn't fall.
"Thank you my dear," she said softly as she regained her composure.
"You're welcome. Are you alright?"
"Yes, it's so hard at my age to walk around dear. I don't usually do it but my son's been trying to encourage me to do it often, you know to get exercise and all that. He reckons it's good for the joints and all; but I'm scared of something happening to me. What if I fell and broke my hip? What if some of those crazy kids attacked me and stole my handbag? I wish my son Trevor was around. I'm sorry dear to be troubling you with all my problems, its just that I don't feel safe."
"Where do you live?"
"Near the end of this road, by the roundabout."
That was about ten minutes away. I felt sorry for her but there was little I could do, I was already running late for my interview and if I escorted her home, it would just make everything worse for me. But I heard a voice saying "Escort her home." I knew that voice, I had learnt to recognise it over the years. "But Lord, I'll be late for my interview..."
The voice spoke gently again.

I didn't really want to escort her because it would make me late, but I had learnt a long time ago that I should always do as I felt prompted in my heart. So hand in hand the old lady and I walked down the road towards her home.
"My name is Mike," I said as we walked, "What's your name ma'am?"
"Mrs Myles or you can call me Sue."
"Mrs Myles it is."
We got to her house and she fumbled in her bag for the keys. Two minutes later I was helping her into her house.
She smiled back at me and said, "Thank you for your kindness. It's not everyday that people go out of their way for others. Are you on your way to work?" she asked as she gazed at my expensive suit which I had bought specifically for the interview.
"Actually I'm on my way to an interview, which starts in about an hour's time," I replied as I got ready to leave.
"You, young men of today work so hard. Even my Trevor is always busy slaving away in his city office. Anyway I wish you all the best in your interview."
"Thank you," I said as I rushed out of her house back to the 271 Bus stop.

An hour and a half later I marched into the offices of London Independent Telecoms. A young receptionist ushered me to a seat and as I sat there with my hands trembling, sweaty palms and my heart doing a marathon, I looked around at the contemporary office with huge plants that reminded me of the Amazon. Young slender women walked in and out of the reception on some all important task.
"Did you get the memo I sent?" one asked.
"Yes, I will start actioning it this afternoon."
I wondered whether the Managing Director who I was scheduled to meet would still want to interview me seeing as I was quite late.
Surprisingly he still agreed to meet me.

I was led into his impressive glass paneled office and he asked me to take a seat.
"I'm so sorry that I'm late sir but I had a bit of an emergency to deal with," I said wanting to make amends.
"Don't worry about it for now, these things happen," he said looking at me intently.
Then to my surprise the interview turned out to be a one to one interview. The rest of the interview panel was not able to make it for one reason or another.
He glanced at my CV again and remarked, "Your qualifications are very good but I'm sure you understand that we get thousands of applicants who are equally as good?"
I nodded not sure what to say.
"Now I'm sure you know already from the Interview Pack we sent you that the biggest characteristic we're after for this job is someone who can show that they have the uttermost commitment and loyalty to the firm. We need a person who can be selfless and deny them self for the good of the firm."
Again I nodded. This wasn't going too great. I felt like a silly child with all my nodding at different intervals.
"Do you think that you can demonstrate such loyalty, commitment and dedication to the point of denying yourself? You know we may ask you to put in extra long hours - evenings and weekends, a lot of travelling will be involved as well. It will be tough, can you give up some of your own personal interests to see the company achieve its goals?"

"Wait a minute, you escorted a lady home today on your way here? Tell me what happened..."
"I was waiting for the 271 bus to get here and this elderly lady almost fell..."
"Mike what was the name of the lady?"
"Mrs Myles," I said wondering why he was so interested.
"I don't believe this," he said scratching his head, "That woman that you helped out today was my mum. Just before you arrived she rang me and told me that a nice young man had taken the trouble to walk her home, Mike she said his name was. And now it turns out, you happen to be that nice young man. Thank you for helping my mum. She gets so distressed sometimes and it makes a whole of difference when people like you pause their lives to help people like her."
I was speechless.
"Well I think it goes without saying that you are a self less and kind person and we would be honoured to have you join our team here."
"I've got the job?" I asked unable to believe what was happening.
"Yes, congratulations." 
"Thank you," I said and half an hour later as I walked out of his office; I couldn't help but marvel at the way the Lord worked in mysterious ways. Sometimes I never understood what he was doing in my life but I resolved from then on to try harder to listen to His voice and do His will.

Thursday, 22 July 2010

How To Stop a Lion From Eating You

Here is a puzzle for you
Imagine you are in Africa. You have been tied hanging on a tree with
a rope anchored on the ground, a candle is slowly burning the rope,
and the lion is waiting for you to drop and be his lunch. 

Your survival hinges on the rope staying intact, there is no one
around to help you.. What do you do now ..........
? Think for a moment...

To find out the Solution please scroll below for the answer...


"Sing Happy Birthday To You" to the Lion

Have an amazing fun filled day!

Author Unknown

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Smarty Pants ... or so you think?

A forty something year old man sits on a rush hour morning train from Brentwood to Liverpool Street talking to a fellow passenger.

"Look stop kidding yourself, there's no God," the man says to the young teen sitting next to him.

"I know and believe in my heart that there is a God. He's loving and kind and He's all powerful," the teen replied

"Kind? That's absurd! If He's kind why do we have wars and terrorists and all this bad stuff happening?"

"I'm not sure but I think its because we have removed God from every aspect of our lives. We have taken Him out of schools and other public establishments for fear of offending others but without Him we have no protection. Also we live in a fallen world where the enemy and sin prevail. I believe the enemy is responsible for all the chaos in the world. God is the perfect gentleman and He won't force His way into our lives."

"I don't know where you get all this religious tosh from but if I were you I'd stop myself from getting brain washed any further."

"I'm not brain washed, it's the truth. I hope some day you will experience the power of God in your life and know that He is real."

"Power of God, my foot!"the man says as he gets up from his seat to leave the train. No sooner had he taken two steps, his trouser, which isn't belted, suddenly comes down all the way down to his ankles. He frantically bends over to pull it back up and in the process loses his balance and falls over, landing face down with his backside in the air.
Everyone in the train carriage stares in amazement at his yellow poker dot underwear as he struggles to get up and get himself into a more dignified state, whilst mumbling all sorts of profanities.
His eyes meet the young teen's gaze and the young teen winks at him and says, "There is a God!"

"Only a fool says there is no God..." paraphrase of Psalms 14:1

I wrote this story after being inspired by the incident below in the paper. See below... lol

Image courtesy of Metro UK

Monday, 19 July 2010

Just One Touch

Mark 5:25-34
Many years ago I read a book called The Midas Touch and it was about a king who had special powers and everything he touched turned to gold. Now you may be thinking wow, I sure wish I had that kind of power, I would touch as many thing as I could and get myself some gold. But I know another King who has special powers. But his touch doesn’t bring about gold. No, it brings something far better than gold. Just a touch from Jesus can take you from zero to hero.

The "woman with the issue of blood" in the scripture knew that just one encounter with Jesus could transform her situation. Her faith led to her breakthrough. In the same way, whatever you need in your life; one touch from Jesus can give you breakthrough.
Just one touch from Jesus can:
- bring you out of debt
- bring divine healing in your body
-deliver you from sin and addiction
Your marriage may be falling apart, your child may be running amok, your womb may be barren. It doesn’t matter what you’re facing. Only believe that Jesus can resolve any issue in your life. Though circumstances may seem to indicate otherwise, don't lose hope. Keep on believing.
Habakkuk 3:17-19 says
17 Though the fig tree does not bud
       and there are no grapes on the vines,
       though the olive crop fails
       and the fields produce no food,
       though there are no sheep in the pen
       and no cattle in the stalls,  18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
       I will be joyful in God my Savior.
 19 The Sovereign LORD is my strength;
       he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
       he enables me to go on the heights. 

Let us not consider the dismal surroundings but rejoice in God, who strenghtens and enables us to climb to the challenging high places referred to in scripture as the "heights." We may get weary but let us hold on to Him who is faithful, He who will remain true forever and ever.

Is there an area of life where you need breakthrough? You may have tried everything else in vain. Today I urge you to draw nearer to Jesus in faith, touch Him and experience total restoration. He is waiting for you...

Lord I come to you with this situation.........deliver me, in Jesus name, Amen.

Friday, 9 July 2010

One size fits all...u sure about that?

I looooove summer...and if you have any doubts about the matter just read the letter I wrote to summer in one of my June point is I love summer with a passion. Having said that, I also have to add that I'm so into summer dresses, short, long and all the in between... I love 'em all. So I decided this summer to get a maxi add to my small but respectable collection.

Well to my utter dismay as I was rummaging in a few shops I was annoyed to see that a lot of the maxi dresses were one size fits all. My foot...! How can one size fit all? I mean have these people taken a look at the diverse ladies in our lovely population? You have the tiny petite size zeros who look like they will shrink and disappear any minute. Then you have the super size big ladies, who if they cuddled you, you would disappear in the mound of flesh. Then you have all those in between.... No disrespect meant to anyone. I love everyone big and small... :-)

The worst part is the length, some of the dresses are far too short for people like me, the dress ends up above the ankles instead of being very long and flowing. Ugghh...
Some shops do have sizes to them for that. So you find the likes of small, medium and large and a few have sizes 8,10,12 and so on. But as we all know size 12 and 14 disappear faster than any other sizes even though the average UK size is a 16. (yeah believe it or not its jumped from 14 which used to be the average size in 2000)
I think that some of the designers and tailors must be blind or plain lazy to be making these "one size" maxi dresses. Yeah I reckon they're too lazy to take different measurements and make different sizes. I mean c'mon, one size fits all...???!! Even Paul Matavire Dr Love, could have made better judgements on this issue...

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