Time To Share a Story

 Good Sunday to you all, in my e-mail this morning some very kind friend sent this along for me to read, savor and share.  Seeing as it is Sunday I thought many of you would not mind reading it.  I personally enjoyed reading this and it gave me food for thought. 

I will come back tomorrow with my usual ramblings, but for today, this fits well for me.

YOU may, should you wish, copy and share this story.  

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago . They had ssured their wives that they would be  home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.

In their rush, with  tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time  for their nearly missed boarding.  ALL BUT ONE !!!

He paused, took a  deep breath, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.  

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told  one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination  and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal  where the apples were all over the terminal floor.   He was glad he did.   The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.       The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, 'Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?' She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, 'I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly.' 

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, 'Mister....' He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, 'Are you Jesus?'He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered.

Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and  bouncing about in his soul: 'Are you Jesus?' Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That's our Destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus thatpeople cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a worldthat is blind to His love, life and grace. If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as Hewould.
Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going tochurch. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.    You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have beenbruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me upon a hill called  Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.  
Please share this..... Sometimes we just take things for granted,when we really need to be sharing what we know...Thanks 

GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. TOO MANY CHRISTIANS ARE NO LONGER FISHERS OF MEN BUT KEEPERS OFTHE AQUARIUM.