God, when I received an e-mail on the subject of GOD,
I thought...I don't have time for this...
And, this is really inappropriate during work.
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is.... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.
We try to keep God in the temple on Sundays... Maybe, Some at home... And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness.... And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play... Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.
May God forgive me for ever thinking... That... There is a time or place where.. HE is not to be FIRST in my life.
We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this... Please follow the directions.
Guru Ji said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you' Not ashamed?
Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!
Yes, I do Love God.
HE is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day.
Without Him, I will be nothing.. But, with Guru Ji, HE strengthens me.
This is the simplest test. If You Love Guru Ji... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things GURU JI has done for you,
Give this message to people whom you care.
Now do you have the TIME to pass this message on?
Easy vs. Hard
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in temple but Right when the ardass is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so easy to forget Godly verses,
but yet we remember all of the nasty words and thoughts?
Of all the free gifts we may receive, PRAYER is the very best one....
There are no costs, but wonderful rewards..
GOD BLESS, WAHEGURU!
Notes:
Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash Guru Ji and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in Guru Ji' but still follow Saitan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in Guru Ji).
Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding Guru Ji the LORD, people think twice about sharing?
Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this type of message,
you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.
Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what Guru Ji thinks of me.
I pray, for everyone who will pass this message to their entire circle of friends and family,
they will be blessed by Guru Ji in a way special only for them.
This is only my personal belief on this subject, I do not enforce upon you, but
MAKE GOD YOUR FIRST PRIORITY, NOT YOUR LAST RESORT !
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
There are but Two Choices
What would you do??? YOU make the choice.
Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.. Read it anyway.
My question is : Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.Where is the natural order of things in my son?'The audience was stilled by the query.The father continued... 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball... Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?
I knew, that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father, I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team."That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
So, the Choices My friends are do you just want to be a winner or do you want to help others wins and be a winner.
Give it a thought, reflect on your life are you one of boys in the ball game or ............
What would you do??? YOU make the choice.
Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.. Read it anyway.
My question is : Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.Where is the natural order of things in my son?'The audience was stilled by the query.The father continued... 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball... Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?
I knew, that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father, I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team."That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
So, the Choices My friends are do you just want to be a winner or do you want to help others wins and be a winner.
Give it a thought, reflect on your life are you one of boys in the ball game or ............
Monday, May 11, 2009
FRIENDS AND FRIENDSHIP
Time passes, Life happens, Distance separates.
Children grow up, Jobs come and go, Love waxes and wanes.
We don't do what we're supposed to do, Hearts break, Parents die, Colleagues forget, Careers end. BUT......... friends who cares are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.
A great friend is never farther away than needing him/her can reach.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the person in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out. may all be blessed in our life!
The world wouldn't be the same without friends, and neither would I. When we began this adventure we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.
Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Everyday, we need each other still. make your life meaningful.
Connect to your friend, whether it be a new friendship or long time friendship, just say, thanks my friend for being there. I'm blessed to have a friend and god bless you, for being my friend.
Children grow up, Jobs come and go, Love waxes and wanes.
We don't do what we're supposed to do, Hearts break, Parents die, Colleagues forget, Careers end. BUT......... friends who cares are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.
A great friend is never farther away than needing him/her can reach.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the person in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out. may all be blessed in our life!
The world wouldn't be the same without friends, and neither would I. When we began this adventure we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.
Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Everyday, we need each other still. make your life meaningful.
Connect to your friend, whether it be a new friendship or long time friendship, just say, thanks my friend for being there. I'm blessed to have a friend and god bless you, for being my friend.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
I would like to wish all mothers and would be mothers, a very special and joyous " Mother Day"
You are the most special person in our life, conforting us in our time of misery , holding our hands and crying with us, just to show that you really care what we are going through.
Laughing with us and never laughing at us, no matter what the situation maybe.
Whenever we wanted somethigh from dad, you were always our messenger and you would always try to that we get what we wanted.
Your love was unconditional no matter what the situation was.We took you for granted that it was your duty, but now we realised that you had no obligation but did what you did out of love and only love for all of us.
And now that you are no more with us, do we realise when you said "that this is not my duty,but my love for whatever i do for all of you."
We miss you your guidance advises that we thought were silly, but now we know better.
I am previlaged to be your son and hope i can be half as good as you were to give the love that you gave to us, then i think i would have achieved what you stood for.
Thank you a million for always being there for us.
Even if you are no longer amongst us, you will always be in our hearts.
Happy Mothers Day Mom.
To my mother, Ranjit Kaur, I Love you Mom!
You are the most special person in our life, conforting us in our time of misery , holding our hands and crying with us, just to show that you really care what we are going through.
Laughing with us and never laughing at us, no matter what the situation maybe.
Whenever we wanted somethigh from dad, you were always our messenger and you would always try to that we get what we wanted.
Your love was unconditional no matter what the situation was.We took you for granted that it was your duty, but now we realised that you had no obligation but did what you did out of love and only love for all of us.
And now that you are no more with us, do we realise when you said "that this is not my duty,but my love for whatever i do for all of you."
We miss you your guidance advises that we thought were silly, but now we know better.
I am previlaged to be your son and hope i can be half as good as you were to give the love that you gave to us, then i think i would have achieved what you stood for.
Thank you a million for always being there for us.
Even if you are no longer amongst us, you will always be in our hearts.
Happy Mothers Day Mom.
To my mother, Ranjit Kaur, I Love you Mom!
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