This post comes from my father-in-law Bob Willman
Liz was aware that Robbie and his best friend had been bickering for the past two weeks. Both she and Daniel's mother had to intercede on several occasions. After the Easter break, Robbie was seen away from the other children, during recess. The principal, being aware that a pedophile had recently been released to a halfway house near the community, was concerned about Robbie being alone and approached him. As she approached she could see Robbie speaking. "Who are you speaking to Robbie?" she asked. "God" was his answer. "I am not getting along well with Daniel and I am asking for God's help." The principal was moved to tears when she advised the boy's teacher. Later that afternoon when Lizzie went to pick up her son the principal overheard Robbie's teacher briefing Liz. "Wait that's my story" and the principal started at the beginning. Liz said that it was an emotional story as this was the first time, in a career of occasions, that a student was seen speaking to God.
May you all be so blessed.
bOb
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The paradox of Life
The paradox of our time in history is that we have
taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;
we’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
we’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less;
we plan more, but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait;
we have higher incomes, but lower morals;
we have more food, but less appeasement;
we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
tall men, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
more leisure, but less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom;
a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete…
By Dr. Bob Moorehead
taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;
we’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
we’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less;
we plan more, but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait;
we have higher incomes, but lower morals;
we have more food, but less appeasement;
we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
tall men, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
more leisure, but less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom;
a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete…
By Dr. Bob Moorehead
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