A young, new preacher was walking with an older,
more seasoned preacher inthe garden one day and
feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him
to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The
older preacher walked up to a rosebush and told
him to open it without tearing off any petals.
The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older
preacher and was trying to figure out what a
rosebud could possible have to do with his wanting
to know the WILL OF GOD for his life and for his
ministry. Because of his high respect for the older
preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose,
while keeping every petal intact.... It wasn't long
before he realized how impossible it was todo so.
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to
unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older
preacher began to recite the following poem:...
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
But I cannot unfold the petals
with these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
WHen In my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
then how can I think I have wisdom
to unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The Pathway that lies before me, Only my
Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose
The young priest said
Now I Understand....
I HOPE THAT YOU DO TOO...
P/s for more good effect and funny e-cards go to this url:
"Unfolding the Rose"
http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1477&PHPSESSID=67e93780391592dd88c63daa512b7c31
"Butt Prints in the Sand"
http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1588&PHPSESSID=67e93780391592dd88c63daa512b7c31
Monday, April 25, 2005
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