It was not a good day yesterday. One of my staff, whom I regard as an perfectionist, broke down. Little did I know how much pressure she put on herself for always deliver whatever I asked for from the news achieve she kept! I was shocked! She said she was possessed by devil and insisted on having a "bomoh" to treat her.
It was Maundy Thursday. I told her the story of Easter.... As I prayed, I felt the peace and she calmed down with the peace and love of Jesus, too. When we reached the hospital, she was extremely calm and was just the normal self. I thank God for His mercy, love and power.
It was really not a horrible day, right? Just wait for the magic three days. I am sure after the magic three days, she will be back to work as normal with the peace of Jesus...
Guideposts was one of the magazines that I read during my school days. It was introduced to us by one of my sixth form teachers. I read that in school library during those days. Many years later, when I married my husband, I read Guidepost again. My mother-in-law has a good collection of Guideposts and Readers' Digest.
Now, I read part of Guidepost online! I am always warmed by the stories in the magazine. Here's one for Good Friday -
It was a beautiful spring day, and a sense of peace stayed with me as I left the cathedral on Easter Monday morning. I paused for a moment on top of the steps leading to the avenue, now crowded with people rushing to their jobs.
Sitting in her usual place inside a small archway was the old flower lady. At her feet corsages and boutonnieres were parading on top of a spread-open newspaper.
The flower lady was smiling, her wrinkled old face alive with some inner joy. I started down the stairs—then, on an impulse, turned and picked out a flower.
As I put it in my lapel, I said, “You look happy this morning.”
“Why not? Everything is good.”
She was dressed so shabbily and seemed so very old that her reply startled me.
“You’ve been sitting here for many years now, haven’t you? And always smiling. You wear your troubles well.”
“You can’t reach my age and not have troubles,” she replied. “Only it’s like Jesus and Good Friday . . . ” She paused for a moment.
“Yes?” I prompted.
“Well, when Jesus was crucified on Good Friday, that was the worst day for the whole world. And when I get troubles I remember that, and then I think of what happened only three days later—Easter and our Lord arising. So when I get troubles, I’ve learned to wait three days . . . somehow everything gets all right again.”
And she smiled good-bye. Her words still follow me whenever I think I have troubles. Give God a chance to help . . . wait three days.
Now, I read part of Guidepost online! I am always warmed by the stories in the magazine. Here's one for Good Friday -
It was a beautiful spring day, and a sense of peace stayed with me as I left the cathedral on Easter Monday morning. I paused for a moment on top of the steps leading to the avenue, now crowded with people rushing to their jobs.
Sitting in her usual place inside a small archway was the old flower lady. At her feet corsages and boutonnieres were parading on top of a spread-open newspaper.
The flower lady was smiling, her wrinkled old face alive with some inner joy. I started down the stairs—then, on an impulse, turned and picked out a flower.
As I put it in my lapel, I said, “You look happy this morning.”
“Why not? Everything is good.”
She was dressed so shabbily and seemed so very old that her reply startled me.
“You’ve been sitting here for many years now, haven’t you? And always smiling. You wear your troubles well.”
“You can’t reach my age and not have troubles,” she replied. “Only it’s like Jesus and Good Friday . . . ” She paused for a moment.
“Yes?” I prompted.
“Well, when Jesus was crucified on Good Friday, that was the worst day for the whole world. And when I get troubles I remember that, and then I think of what happened only three days later—Easter and our Lord arising. So when I get troubles, I’ve learned to wait three days . . . somehow everything gets all right again.”
And she smiled good-bye. Her words still follow me whenever I think I have troubles. Give God a chance to help . . . wait three days.
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