"Comes The Dawn"
[Author Unknown]

"Do small things with Great Love"
(by: Michael Peterson]

11-10-99 SOW Seeds Service from Church Within #57

Greetings my Dearest Sisters and Brothers, and welcome again to Church Within Story of the Week ["SOW Seeds]

Today I found Two Stories I would like to share with you. One of them is Very short but Potent... the Other is just Potent. They just kinda seemed to Fit together for me somehow... like there's some kind of connection. Hmmm... I Wonder... d'ya Suppose?

This week's SOW Seeds - #57 , contributed by:
Cynthia Taylor from South Africa and Kavita Pai from India

At this time of year, people in my neck of the woods are at some point in the process of getting ready for the Winter Season. Today's Story from Kavita made me think some more about things I might be able to do to get Ready for Winter. Cynthia's short Story reminded me of Why.

Story of the Week

Comes The Dawn
(Author Unknown - from Cynthia Taylor)

The rabbi asked a question of his disciples, "When does night end and day begin?"

"When it becomes light enough to walk along the path without the use of a lantern," said one.

"When you can see someone approaching in the distance," said another.

"When the stars fade from the sky," said a third.

The rabbi drew very close to them. "When you look into a stranger's face," he said, "and recognize them as your dear brother or sister, only then has the day begun."

Do small things with Great Love
(By Michael Peterson - from Kavita Pai)

        In the winter of 1990, I was asked to appear on a television talk show in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. At the end of our first day of taping I was on my way back to my plush, high-rise, cable-TV, twenty-four-hour room service hotel, when I saw something I'd never seen before.

        Lying on the sidewalk against a building in four inches of snow was a man sleeping with only a cardboard blanket to keep him from being completely exposed to the freezing cold. What really broke my heart was when I realized that he wore no shoes or socks.

        I thought to stop and help him but was not quite sure what to do. As the traffic light turned green, it seemed life was demanding that I move along. So I did. Back in the "anything I wanted was mine" environment of my hotel, I promptly forgot about the man on the street.

        Several days later, prior to the morning taping, I was having coffee and Danish in the green room at the station. All of the "important" people had left the room and it was just me and the janitor remaining.

        I had seen him quietly go about his business every day while I was there, and he never said a word except "Good morning" or "Can I get anything for you, sir?" He always had a smile to give to everyone. When I asked him how he was feeling today, he told me that he'd been having to ride his bike to work in the snow and that he'd been feeling rather sorry for himself. . .that is, until he saw a man sleeping down on the corner of Yonge Street and Bloor with just a piece of cardboard for covering from the cold and no shoes. I almost choked on my Danish as I heard him go on to relate how he was so moved with compassion for the man that he went around the corner to a store and bought the man a pair of socks and shoes.

        As I heard his story, I saw in my mind a poster that used to be in an old friend's bedroom when I was a teenager. It was a picture of a child handing someone a flower and the caption read: "The smallest deed always exceeds the grandest of intentions."

        I stood there wishing it was me who had bought the shoes and socks for the man, when they called my name to come to the set.

        As I got to the studio, they were just concluding an interview with a social worker who specialized in benevolence for eastern Ontario. The social worker relayed a story about Mother Teresa, who when asked once how she had accomplished such great things in her life responded,” None of us can do anything great on our own, but we can all do a small thing with great love."

        When I went home that day, I looked for the man on the street. He was gone, but I knew it wouldn't be long before someone took his place.

The Prayer
Dear God,        
        Whenever I see someone feeling despondent, hopeless, rejected, in pain, overcome by the unavoidable circumstances of life on an imperfect world... touch my Heart Lord, touch my Soul that I may See... may recognize them as my Sister... my Brother. Make me an Instrument of Your Love and Compassion as others have been for Me.

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

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

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