Spiritual Thoughts

  W alls turned sideways  are bridges . ~ Angela Davis   D o good, to be rich in good deeds, liberal and generous, thus laying up for themselves a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of the life which is life indeed. ~ 1 Timothy 6:18

  Friday Tale - Cooperation   C ooperation, like love and friendship, is something you get by giving.     There are many travelers on the road that leads to happiness. You will need their cooperation, and they will need yours.     And there will be other generations after ours. Their lot in life will depend largely on the inheritance we leave to them. We must become bridge-builders, not only for the present generation but for generations yet unborn.   An old man, travelling a lonely highway, Came at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm deep and wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, For the sullen stream had no fears for him. But he turned when he reached the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. "Old man," cried a fellow pilgrim near, "You are wasting your strength with building here. Your journey will end with the ending day, And you never again will pass this way. "You have crossed the chasm deep and ...

    Thought for the Day 12/9/2022   Friday Tale -  a Bear, A Bridge and God   T his bridge bridge is on the Old Donner Pass Highway. It has a spectacular view of Donner Lake on Route 40. A bear was walking across Rainbow Bridge ( Old Hwy 40 at Donner Summit, Truckee) on a Saturday when two cars, also crossing the bridge, scared the bear into jumping over the edge of the bridge. Somehow the bear caught the ledge and was able to pull itself to safety. Authorities decided that nothing could be done to help Saturday night so they returned Sunday morning to find the bear sound ...

  Friday Tale - The Master Carpenter   Two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.   Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding, and it grew into a major difference. Finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence. One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox.   "I'm looking for a few days’ work", he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?"   "Yes", said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us....