Everything God does is Perfect

A page shared this on Facebook. The message is very simple, but not everyone can do it. I truly believe in this & I wish I can have the heart of the servant one day. We all need to learn. Christian or not.


A King had a male servant who, in all circumstances always said to him;
My king, do not be discouraged
because everything God does is perfect,
no mistakes.
One day, they went hunting and
a wild animal attacked the king,
the servant managed to
kill the animal but
couldn't prevent his majesty
from losing a finger.
Furious and without showing gratitude,
the King said;
if God was good,
I would not have been attacked
and lost one finger.
The servant replied;
Despite all these things,
I can only tell you that God is
good and everything He does is perfect,
He is never wrong.
Outraged by the response,
the king ordered the arrest of his
servant.
Later, he left for another hunt
and was captured by savages
who use human beings for
sacrifice.
In the altar, the savages found
out that the king didn't had 
one finger in place, he was
released because he was
considered not "complete" to be
offered to the gods.
On his return to the palace,
he authorized the
release of his servant and said;
My friend, God was
really good to me.
I was almost killed but for lack
of a single finger I was let go.
But I have a question;
If God is so good, why did He
allow me to put you in jail?.
He replied; My king, if I had gone
with you,
I would have been sacrificed 
because I have no missing finger.


Everything God does is perfect, He
is never wrong.
Often we complain about life,
and the negative things that
happen to us, forgetting
that nothing is random,
and that everything has
a purpose.
God knows why he chose you to
receive this message today, 
please bless someone with it by sharing it. 
Everything happens for a reason, 
things do happen for the best.

The Painted Cat

Dad came home one night & woke us from our sleep. We rushed out of the house. Then, we took out a match & burnt down the house. The whole family stood staring as the flames brought down the house to ashes..

Since then, we have been moving from place to place without a house to stay in. This situation is better, said Dad. We don't have to crack our heads to think about what colour to paint the walls, what brand of paint to use, hire someone to paint or paint it ourselves, how many cans of paint would be needed, & so forth.

That is only about the paint. Dad listed tens, hundreds & thousands, of the problems that we would be able to avoid all together by not owning a house.

"But, Dad, " said one of us while we were seated inside a peanut shell. "Which address should we use for official purposes? What about school registration; which address to use? What if someone wants to send us a letter; a fan perhaps?"

We don't know why we named him Cat. Perhaps since - to the best of our knowledge - there has never been a cat called "Kucing". We spontaneously named him Cat.

Cat is bright. Not very long ago, a government department advertised an opening for the Head of Department. Word was that all the previous heads were too old & retired merely a week after being promoted to the post. So, the Government decided to hire a younger Head of Department who would last longer.

Cat applied for the job. He was called for an interview. The interviewer had no reason to deny Cat's right to apply for the advertised position. Cat seemed to fulfil each & every requirement & qualification to be the head of a government department. Indeed that was the reason why, said Cat, the Public Services Commission called him for an interview.

"We are looking for a candidate who is fluent in more than two foreign languages," said the interviewer while using a pen to circle the requirement which was indeed clearly stated in the newspaper advertisement.

Cat began to deliver a speech in Italian, German, French, Japanese & Hindi. Cat spoke about the Kinder, Kuche, Kirche - "children, kitchen, church" - concept which was implemented when Adolf Hilter ruled Germany.

Strange enough, the interview result - which was received three months later - said Cat was unsuccessful. It seems that when Cat spoke Italian, German, French, Japanese & Hindi, it sounded the same: Miew-miew-miew.

What a stupid interviewer! Doesn't he know that cats in Italy say miew-miew-miew, cats in Germany say miew-miew, cats in France say miew-miew-miew, cats in Japan say miew-miew-miew, cats in India say miew-miew-miew?

One day, we caught Cat & dumped him inside a glass container. Then, we bought a can of paint. We were not sure of the colour. We don't even recall the brand. But word was that the paint which we bought had a five-year guarantee. If used after a general election, the paint is assured to last until the next general election, five years later.

We poured the paint into the glass container containing Cat.

We let Cat soak in the paint for a few hours. Later we took him out. Of course Cat had changed colour according to the colour of the paint.

Cat told us that he was actually dead. But he was still alive, he said, because cats have nine lives.

"Miew-miew-miew," said Cat. Meaning: Take me to the government department which rejected my application to become the Head of Department.

"What for?" asked someone among us.

"Miew-miew-miew," said Cat. Meaning: Do not ask!

Cat demanded a second interview. Throughout the interview, Cat said absolutely nothing. Not even miew-miew-miew. Ten questions asked, zero answered. Hundred questions asked, none answered.

"Great! This is the sort of Head of Department we want. Mister Cat, you still have eight lives, right? So, the Government hereby appoints you, Mister Cat, as the Head of Department until you, Mister Cat, die for the eighth time," the interviewer decided.

Cat is bright. Cat made it possible for us to buy a residence by means of his salary as the head of a government department.

Cat is often referred to as the candidate with the most potential to become a prominent national leader. But the fact still remains that Cat is a cat which was once dumped into a glass container & soaked in paint - God knows what colour! - that is guaranteed to last five years only.

Dad came home one night & woke us from our sleep. We rushed out of the house. Then, we struck a match & burnt down the house. The whole family stood staring as the flames brought down Cat to ashes.


Fiction by Uthaya Sankar SB
- Translated from the Bahasa Malaysia short story, "Cat", first published in Mingguan Malaysia, 21 December 1997, by the author.
Taken from Selangor Times.

Breakfast at McDonald's

My dad emailed me this long time ago. I've read it more than once.

This is my new habit. To share thought-provoking stories.

Anything to inspire your day & mine!

With Love, from me!

Breakfast at McDonald's - a nice forwarded mail.

 

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end!: I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.' The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

 

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

 

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.' I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.' We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.

 

I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?' I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:

 

A smile happens in a flash, but its memory can last a lifetime.

Touching hearts...

This is one of my newspaper articles.

I was walking around in a store,

when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back..

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around.

She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked towards him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'

''I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy,but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a whiterose.'''My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of whiteroses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest..

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever... The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

StoryTeller

They are not always a happy couple.
They have not been a happy couple lately either.
The girl is not happy but doesn't dare to tell.
The guy is troubled with his own stuffs, so he has no time to ask about the girl.
The girl is feeling pain everytime he says something hurting but the guy never realises the sorrow on her face because he's still too busy with his matters.
The guy is hot-tempered, especially when he's under stress.
The girl finally can't take it anymore & bursts out one day.

On the stairs outside the girl's apartment,
"What do you want now? Why are you showing attitude? Just tell me!"
"Are you jealous because I'm going out with my friends?"
"No, I'm not. Just want to be with you, that's why didn't want you to leave. I'm not stopping you from seeing your friends."
"Then?...why are you acting up now?"
"I just want to ask you something. If you don't have to come back earlier today to study for your quiz tomorrow, will you come back for me to give me my work I left in your car?"
"What?...I'm already here, right?"
"That is because you want to come back to study."
"I ask you, will you come back for me?"
"....yes."
"That's the problem. Because I think you won't."
"What's your problem now?...can you just tell me why you are angry?"
"I have not been happy lately. I feel that I'm not important in your life anymore. Everytime I think what we go through everyday, call me needy or what, but you don't show affection anymore."
"What's wrong with you?...I have no time to hear about whatever past now. I just want to know why you are showing attitude. Just tell me!"
"And why are you talking about all these?..is it my mistake that you are feeling like this?"
"Then why do you think I'm feeling like this?"
"Well, that's you problem!"
*sobbing* "My problem?...it's my problem?"
"Yea!!"
"Oh god, why are you crying?...this is just a small thing. Why do you have to cry?"
"Can you say something? You are wasting my time. Don't cry! If you don't want to say anything, I'm going to leave now."
"Why do you have to treat me like this?..you won't feel pain anymore seeing me crying. Instead of getting angry, why can't you cool down and think properly what's going on?"
"I'm very calm now. No need to cool down!"
"Are you going to say anything?...if you are not, I'm going to leave now! Wasting my time here!"
"GO! Since you are so fed up of me, feeling so fed up seeing me crying, I know what that means already. I don't want you to see me crying either! Just leave me alone & go, I want to be alone for myself. I want to cry, it's my problem. I've always been like this, I cry a lot, it's not that it's the first day you know me. If you can't stand me, I won't force you!"
"What do you want?...you want me to show pitiful face & come ask you if you are okay?"
"No need anymore...just leave!"
"Fine! If that is what you want!"
*walking down the stairs*
*sobbing sounds*
*looking back to see the girl crying like going to cry her heart out*
"walking back*
"sitting beside the girl*
After 10 minutes....
*sigh*
"Baby, I'm sorry. I know what I said just now. I'm sorry, I will change. I know, no matter how angry I am, I shouldn't say all those cruel words to hurt you like this. I promise I will change, I will control myself. We will work things out together ok?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you are not happy?..I'm sorry for not paying attention to you lately. I'm sorry that I said all those stuffs. I should know that when you are feeling scared at nights & you are asking for me, I should hug you & tell you not to be afraid & hug you tight till you feel safe & fall asleep calmly in my arms. But I'm so stupid that I asked you not to wake me up anymore & said that I can't do anything if you are scared too."
"I should have realised that you felt because after that, you didn't say a word anymore except telling me nevermind. It really takes me so long to realise that girls and guys think differently. I know you will have mood swing and will feel very sensitive and tend to think too much at times. When you are scared or not certain of the future, I just want you to know that I will always stay beside you. But can you be honest with me & tell me how you are thinking all the time?
"I will learn to know you more. I can see you are changing for me. I promised you to change but I realised I never tried as hard as you do because I can't control my anger."
"Please forgive me...please?"
"It's okay...I know it's hard for you to change too...I won't force you. I don't mind u being hot-tempered. I just can't take all the things you say when you are angry. You tend to say a lot of stuffs when you are angry and you told me you won't regret. I really hope you won't because everytime you do, we will have to go through the same thing again & again & I feel that it's endless."
"I'm starting to give up. I don't think I have the ability to change you. I always thought if you really love me a lot, you will think of me everytime you want to get angry & cool down. You know, everytime I get angry or what, I'll think, "what if I lose you?" Because I don't want, that's why I give in. The pain when I imagine you are gone or something bad happens to you, I feel very scared."
"I just thought that I'll be always the one who is always in your mind, not because you are always thinking how I can cheer you up. I want you to know why I behave certain ways. I want you to know that I won't cry for no reason, I must have been feeling sad or what for a period of time, if not, I won't cry like that. Just want you to know that I will show temper whenever I'm panic, but I never got out of control because I know it's wrong. Just want you to know that I will never say anything hurting even when I'm extremely angry because I know you will feel very hurt. Everytime if I want to hurt you, I will imagine you feeling even angrier or sad if I do so, I know I'll leave a scar in your heart, that's why I stop."
"I just hope you will do the same. Because you are the one that can hurt me badly except my family."

(Inside the girl's heart, she knows she'll either have to completely let go or stop holding too tight because she sees no bright light anymore. She doesn't know what to do as she can't let go. For her now, love is no longer sweet. Maybe never been sweet. She doesn't hope for him to change anymore, no matter how she wants him to look back at her when he's running way ahead her, she has a feeling that he won't anymore. She knows that there's no point deciding whose fault this is for what she's feeling right now, she knows she can't do anything to change the fact. She just feels very helpless, for she feels that she can't do anything to change anything already...she's just tired.)

Tears rolling down when she thinks about all these. High hopes she had to make things better.
"Baby, don't cry anymore please. I feel very bad already. We go eat something k."
"Okay."

(Again, she's lying to him that she's okay & pretends to be okay. She's been doing so lately. She realised that she's just a human after all, a weakling. She realised she'll only make things worse if she says anything again because he doesn't like to hear all these. She realised that all he wants is to stay out of all these love troubles. So she thinks, at least he's happy, I don't mind.)

So how is the story?
Surely it's kind of long. But I think it's just another ordinary love story.
Just feel like writing it...