"Making Sand Castles
The Changing of Perspective Between Child and Adult..."

(Author Unknown)

9-10-2008 Church Within SOW Seeds Service - Story #509
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Welcome
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Greetings my Dearest Sisters and Brothers, and welcome again to Church Within's Story of the Week ["SOW Seeds”].

This week's SOW Seeds Story, contributed by: Patije

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Story of the Week
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Making Sand Castles
The Changing of Perspective Between Child and Adult...
(Author Unknown)

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees, scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon, he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk, he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled, and contracts are signed, and, much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life, he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both, the tide will rise, and the end will come.

Yet, that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end, while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle, and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle, he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt- water soaked and shivering, he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

I don't know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take, applaud! Salute the process of life, then go home…

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Pastor's Quote of the Week
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  One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the  country with the express purpose of showing him how poor  people live.
     
  They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what  would be considered a very poor family.
     
  On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,  'How was the trip?
 
  'It was great, Dad.'
 
  'Did you see how poor people live?' the father  asked.
 
  'Oh yeah,' said the son.
 
  'So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?'  asked the father.
 
      The son answered: 'I saw that we have one dog and  they had four.  We have a  pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have  a creek that has no end.
 
 We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the  stars at night.  Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
 
   We have a small piece of land to live on and they have  fields that go beyond  our sight.  We have servants who serve us, but they serve  others.  We buy  our food, but they grow theirs.  We have walls around our  property to  protect us, they have friends to protect them.'
 
      The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added,  'Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.'  
   
  Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder  what would happen if  we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of  worrying about what we don't have.

(This is a slightly adjusted version of a SOW Seeds Service we sent in 1999 - Story #37 we titled “The Poor People” [Author Unknown]. It was recently sent in again as a story submission, and I thought I'd use it as my Quote of the week so y'all would get a chance to see it again… it's a favorite of mine. Pastor Daniel )

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The Prayer
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Dear God,        
        Help me to be much more Childlike and far less childish.

You ALL are Within the Infinitely Loving Embrace of our Universal Parent,

The Creator's Eternal Love to all of You,
Pastor Daniel

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