Daily Archives April 22, 2015


\”I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure — that is all that agnosticism means.\”


?And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.?


An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God\’s wings…

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno\’s damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother\’s wings.

The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies...

HMO Nurse

Three nurses all arrived at the gates of Heaven at the same time and were met by Saint Peter. St Peter asked one nurse, \”How have you spent your life?\”

She replied, \”I was an emergency room nurse. I was stressed out a lot and we couldn\’t save everyone, but we did help many and did a lot of good.\”

Saint Peter said, \”Go right in!\” He asked the next nurse, \”How did you spend your life?\” She answered, \”I was a hospice nurse.

It was depressing some times because as you know, we are there to help the terminally ill and all the patients die, but still I think we helped a lot of people and did some good.\”

Saint Peter said,\”Go right in!\” He turned to the third nurse and asked, \”How have you spent your life?\” She replied, \”I was a managed care nurse for an HMO.\”

Saint Peter pul...

A Child\’s ABC\’s

A grandfather overheard his granddaughter repeating the alphabet in reverent, hushed tones.

\”What are you doing?\” he asked.

\”I\’m praying, Grandpa,\” she said. \”I can\’t think of the right words, so I just say all the letters. God will put them together for me, \’cause he knows what I\’m thinking.\”