Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful.
I had breakfast yesterday morning with one of my favorite people. She is doing great work building bridges between the Salvation Army, businesses, other organizations and the people of my city. I am really proud of what she is creating. She sees the opportunity to not just acquire sponsor funds to support the Salvation Army but to also show organizations that in these times of tight budgets there is still much that they and their employees, customers and colleagues can do to help those less fortunate.
What she offers is something that I believe goes beyond the traditional philanthropic efforts that we are used to. In fact I honestly think she may have laid the foundation for the ultimate win-win situation that will benefit everyone involved. In my experience when fellow employees get together outside of the workplace to lend a hand to a worthwhile effort teams are built that linger past the event. Employees make friends with fellow workers as well as with other volunteers and often with the people they have helped. The organization wins by demonstrating to their current customers and supporters that they care, not by advertised promises but by positive actions. The Salvation Army benefits by extending their service by helping potential volunteers open their hearts and minds in ways they never knew existed. And best of all the lonely, the poor, the abandoned children, the elderly and others in need find that there are folks who listen and truly care.
As I listened to my friend I envisioned how all kinds of neighborhood associations, businesses, service clubs, schools and others could man one or more of the Salvation Army bell ringing stations at Christmas time, they could even wear vests, badges or some other device that let the public know that they and their organization is doing everything they can to make Christmas as bright as possible for people who otherwise would have little. I could also see groups that not only sponsored an activity but actually managed and operated the effort. It could be something for veterans, a meal for the hungry or providing a place and activity for latchkey kids – the possibilities are endless.
Yep, I’m proud of my friend and realize just how fortunate I am that she is my friend. I will continue to be there cheering her on and helping when I can. I hope that you will get the opportunity to one day be part of what her and her colleagues are building , if not here than in a similar manner wherever you may be, for together we really can make a difference.
I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something.
And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.
Edward Everett Hale
God: St. Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the USA? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honeybee and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now, but all I see are these green rectangles.
ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, LORD. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers weeds and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD: Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful, it doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so LORD. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That should make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, LORD. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it, sometimes twice a week.
GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, LORD. They bag it. Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
ST. FRANCIS: No, sir -- just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
GOD: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize the grass so it will grow, and when it grows they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
ST. FRANCIS: Yes, sir.
GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved it the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this, LORD. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. Inn the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's the natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS: You'd better sit down, LORD. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
GOD: No. What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
GOD: And where do they get this mulch?
ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make mulch.
GOD: Enough! I don't want to hear anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie do you have scheduled for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE: Dumb and Dumber, LORD. It's a real stupid movie about
GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
"With love, all things are possible. Love restores."
A little boy forgot his lines in a Sunday School presentation. His mother, sitting in the front row to prompt him, gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it didn't help. Her son's memory was blank. Finally she leaned forward and whispered the cue, "I am the light of the world."
The child beamed and with great feeling and a loud, clear voice said, "My mother is the light of the world."
“Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right'. Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.”
Maria: I fell off a sixty-foot ladder today.
Sue: It's a miracle you weren't killed.
Maria: Oh, I only fell off the first rung.
Wherever a man turns he can find someone who needs him.
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