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Welcome to THE TIMOTHY REPORT for February 7, 2005
“To assist, encourage, enable and equip”
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THIS WEEK’S GRAPHICS
With Valentine’s Day coming up next week, I’ve put up THREE graphics having to do with love. At least one of these may be a repeat from several months ago.
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LOVE: THE RIVER OF LIFE
Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rill, the first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you have gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths—not until then can you know what love is.
--Henry Ward Beecher
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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THE NEED FOR QUIETNESS
The older I get the more impressed I am with simplicity and silence. I do believe that that’s where we can be inspired. Whenever I give a speech now, I give a minute of silence for people to think about all those who have helped them to become who they are. Invariably, that’s what people will remember—the silence.
--Fred Rogers, ordained Presbyterian minister, known to millions of television viewers as “Mister Rogers,” who has since gone on to be with the Lord. Quoted in “Christianity Today,” March 6, 2000
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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LOVE
Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.
--Thornton Wilder
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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TIMING IS EVERYTHING
When a sailor in a navy swimming class refused to dive from a 15-foot tower, the instructor asked: “What would you do if you were that high on a sinking ship?”
“Sir,” replied the sailor, “I’d wait for it to sink about 10 more feet.”
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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HOW DO YOU GET INTO HEAVEN?
“If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?” a teacher asked the children in her Sunday School class. "NO!" the children all answered.
"If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept everything neat and tidy, would that get me into Heaven?" Again, the answer was, “NO!”
""Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into Heaven?" she asked them again. Again, they all answered, "NO!"
"Well,” she continued, "then how can I get into Heaven?"
A five-year-old boy shouted out, "YOU GOTTA BE DEAD!"
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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"GOD MEANT IT UNTO GOOD" (Gen. 50:20).
"God meant it unto good"--O blest assurance,
Falling like sunshine all across life's way,
Touching with Heaven's gold earth's darkest storm clouds,
Bringing fresh peace and comfort day by day.
'Twas not by chance the hands of faithless brethren
Sold Joseph captive to a foreign land;
Nor was it chance which, after years of suffering,
Brought him before the monarch's throne to stand.
One Eye all-seeing saw the need of thousands,
And planned to meet it through that one lone soul;
And through the weary days of prison bondage
Was working towards the great and glorious goal.
As yet the end was hidden from the captive,
The iron entered even to his soul;
His eye could scan the present path of sorrow,
Not yet his gaze might rest upon the whole.
Faith failed not through those long, dark days of waiting,
His trust in God was recompensed at last,
The moment came when God led forth his servant
To succour many, all his sufferings past.
"It was not you but God, that sent me hither,"
Witnessed triumphant faith in after days;
"God meant it unto good," no "second causes"
Mingled their discord with his song of praise.
"God means it unto good" for thee, beloved,
The God of Joseph is the same today;
His love permits afflictions strange and bitter,
His hand is guiding through the unknown way.
Thy Lord, who sees the end from the beginning,
Hath purposes for thee of love untold.
Then place thy hand in His and follow fearless,
Till thou the riches of His grace behold.
There, when thou standest in the Home of Glory,
And all life's path ties open to thy gaze,
Thine eyes shall see the hand which now thou trustest,
And magnify His love through endless days.
-- Freda Hanbury Allen
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS
We cannot have faith that certain things won't happen to us, because we don't know what the future holds. Our faith must be in the goodness and mercy of God. We must not doubt that he loves us and knows what is best for us. Our faith is in his steadfastness in watching over us and in his power. So we don't need to fear the future; in fact we can't fear it if our trust is in God. The future will be just right for us.
--Mary Morrison Suggs
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU’RE IN LOVE?
A young man said to his father at breakfast one morning, “Dad, I’m going to get married.” “How do you know you’re ready to get married?” asked the father. “Are you in love?” “I sure am,” said the son. “How do you know you’re in love?” asked the father. “Last night as I was kissing my girlfriend good-night, her dog bit me and I didn’t feel the pain until I got home.”
--Author Unknown
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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A LIFELONG RULE
A few years ago, the Harry S Truman Library in Independence, MO, made public 1,300 recently-discovered letters that the late President wrote to his wife, Bess, over the course of a half-century. Mr. Truman had a lifelong rule of writing to his wife every day they were apart. He followed this rule whenever he was away on official business or whenever Bess left Washington to visit her beloved Independence.
Scholars are examining the letters for any new light they may throw on political and diplomatic history. For our part, we were most impressed by the simple fact that every day he was away, the President of the United States took time out from his dealing with the world’s most powerful leaders to sit down and write a letter to his wife.
--Bits & Pieces, October 15, 1992, pp. 15-16
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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LOST LOVE: SOMETHING BY TOLSTOI
Tennessee Williams tells a story of someone who forgot—the story of Jacob Brodzky, a shy Russian Jew whose father owned a bookstore. The older Brodzky wanted his son to go to college. The boy, on the other hand, desired nothing but to marry Lila, his childhood sweetheart—a French girl as effusive, vital, and ambitious as he was contemplative and retiring. A couple of months after young Brodzky went to college, his father fell ill and died. The son returned home, buried his father, and married his love. Then the couple moved into the apartment above the bookstore, and Brodzky took over its management.
The life of books fit him perfectly, but it cramped her. She wanted more adventure—and she found it, she thought, when she met an agent who praised her beautiful singing voice and enticed her to tour Europe with a vaudeville company.
Brodzky was devastated. At their parting, he reached into his pocket and handed her the key to the front door of the bookstore.
“You had better keep this,” he told her, “because you will want it some day. Your love is not so much less than mine that you can get away from it. You will come back sometime, and I will be waiting.”
She kissed him and left. To escape the pain he felt, Brodzky withdrew deep into his bookstore and took to reading as someone else might have taken to drink. He spoke little, did little, and could most times be found at the large desk near the rear of the shop, immersed in his books while he waited for his love to return.
Nearly 15 years after they parted, at Christmastime, she did return. But when Brodzky rose from the reading desk that had been his place of escape for all that time, he did not take the love of his life for more than an ordinary customer. “Do you want a book?” he asked.
That he didn’t recognize her startled her. But she gained possession of herself and replied, “I want a book, but I’ve forgotten the name of it.”
Then she told him a story of childhood sweethearts. A story of a newly married couple who lived in an apartment above a bookstore. A story of a young, ambitious wife who left to seek a career, who enjoyed great success but could never relinquish the key her husband gave her when they parted. She told him the story she thought would bring him to himself.
But his face showed no recognition. Gradually she realized that he had lost touch with his heart’s desire, that he no longer knew the purpose of his waiting and grieving, that now all he remembered was the waiting and grieving itself. "You remember it; you must remember it—the story of Lila and Jacob?”
After a long, bewildered pause, he said, “There is something familiar about the story, I think I have read it somewhere. It comes to me that it is something by Tolstoi.”
Dropping the key, she fled the shop. And Brodzky returned to his desk, to his reading, unaware that the love he waited for had come and gone.
Tennessee Williams’s 1931 story “Something by Tolstoi” reminds me how easy it is to miss love when it comes. Either something so distracts us or we have so completely lost who we are and what we care about that we cannot recognize our heart’s desire.
--as seen in “Signs of the Times,” June, 1993, p. 11
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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VARIOUS QUOTES ON LOVE
Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in a light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.
-- Maurice Chevalier
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Forget love; I’d rather fall in chocolate.
--Unknown
The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the tides, and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, we shall have discovered fire.
---Pierre Teilhard De Chardin
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
---Jeanne Moreau
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
---Agatha Christie
Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and you find out you still care for that person.
---Unknown
(The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com, February 7, 2005)
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