Quilt of Holes


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As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.
 
Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many
piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together
into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how
ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant
holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been
difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every
day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes
of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny
hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color
and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was
disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and
empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to
the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn, holding up
their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon
me,and nodded for me to rise.

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly
fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been
trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from me
my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often
struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the
strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees
in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been
held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it
up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin

beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had
to accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who
stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many
holes,creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before
me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, ‘Every time you gave
over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.

Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me
shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.’

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine
through!

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The Little Red Hen


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Below is a modern rewrite of The Little Red Hen a Golden Book classic.

Once upon a time, on a farm in Virginia , there was a little red Republican hen who scratched and scratched diligently about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat. She called all of her Democrat farm animal neighbors together and said; ‘If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?’

‘Not I,’ said the cow.
‘Not I,’ said the duck.
‘Not I,’ said the pig.
‘Not I,’ said the goose.

‘Then I will do it by myself,’ said the little red hen, and so she did.
The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain. ‘Who will help me reap my wheat?’ asked the little red hen.

‘Not I’, said the duck.
‘Out of my classification’, said the pig.
‘I’d lose my seniority’, said the cow.
‘I’d lose my unemployment compensation’, said the goose.
‘Then I will do it by myself’ said the little red hen, and so she did.
At last it came time to bake the bread. ‘Who will help me bake the bread?’, asked the little red hen.

‘That would be overtime for me’ said the cow.
‘I’d lose my welfare benefits,’ said the duck.
‘I’m a dropout and never learned how,’ said the pig.
‘If I’m to be the only helper, that’s discrimination, ‘ said the goose.

‘Then I will do it by myself,’ said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see.

They wanted some and in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, ‘No, I shall eat all five loaves.’

‘Excess profits!’ cried the cow. (Nancy Pelosi)
‘Capitalist leech!’ screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)
‘I demand equal rights!’ yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
The pig just grunted in disdain. (Ted Kennedy)
And they all painted ‘Unfair!’ picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.

Then Farmer Obama came along. He said to the little red hen; ‘You must not be so greedy.’

‘But I earned the bread,’ said the little red hen.

‘Exactly,’ said Barack the farmer. ‘That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are ignorant, lazy and idle.’

And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, ‘I am grateful, for now I truly understand.’ She never again baked bread because she joined the other ‘party’ and got her bread free.

And all the Democrats smiled. ‘Fairness’ had been established. Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared…so long as there was free bread that ‘the rich’ were paying for. Â Author unknown.

Publishers note: If anyone knows who penned this parable please let me know so I can give proper credit.

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The World Needs a Few Good Men


* who cannot be bought;
* whose word is their bond;
* who put character above wealth;
* who possess opinions and a will;
* who are larger than their vocations;
* who do not hesitate to take chances;
* who will not lose their individuality in a crowd;
* who will be as honest in small things as in great things;
* who will make no compromise with wrong;
* whose ambitions are not confined to their own selfish desires;
* who will not say they do it” because everybody else does it”;
* who are true to their friends through good report and evil report, in adversity as well as in prosperity;
* who do not believe that shrewdness, cunning, and hardheadedness are the best qualities for winning success;
* who are not ashamed or afraid to stand for the truth when it is unpopular;
* who can say “no” with emphasis, although all the rest of the world says “yes.”

Charles Swindoll, Living Above the Level of Mediocrity, pp.107-8

The Garden of Your Soul


This weeks Tailfeather is a reminder that we are more than just flesh and bone but we are also living souls. Take time each day to nourish your soul. We eat several times a day to nourish our bodies shouldn’t we at least spend the same amount of time at the Lord’s table? Why not everytime you sit at the dinner table you also take time to partake of the Lord’s table? Be sure to read His word and meditate upon it, allowing it to water the soil of your soul.

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There is a Garden of the Soul,
Where God plants loving seeds
That faith and grace will nourish
Into blooms of loving deeds.

Within this Garden of the Soul
Fruits of the Spirit grow;
And they produce new seeds of love
Which you and I can sow.
—Peggy Ferrell,
Prayers and Poems

“Listen! A farmer went to plant seed. Some seeds were planted along the road, and birds came and devoured them. Other seeds were planted on rocky ground, where there wasn’t much soil. The plants sprouted quickly because the soil wasn’t deep. When the sun came up, they were scorched. They didn’t have any roots, so they withered. Other seeds were planted among thornbushes. The thornbushes grew up and choked them, and they didn’t produce anything. But other seeds were planted on good ground, sprouted, and produced thirty, sixty, or one hundred times as much as was planted.” He added, “Let the person who has ears listen!” Mark 4:3-9 (GW)

Wisdom Wednesday


Take time to listen to the birds sing

Said the Robin to the Sparrow,
"I should really like to know
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and hurry so."
Said the Sparrow to the Robin,
"Friend, I think that it must be
That they have no Heavenly Father
Such as cares for you and me."

Consider the crows. They don’t plant or harvest. They don’t even have a storeroom or a barn. Yet, God feeds them. You are worth much more than birds.
Luke 12:24 (GW)

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