The Big Flash

The Big Flash=========

For those of you who are old enough to remember, what you were doing when you heard the news that President Kennedy had been shot? I was almost seven years old. I was walking down a large hill leading to our house on Rockmart Drive heading home from school. Someone pulled up beside me in a car and said, "President Kennedy has been shot." That's been almost 40 years ago and though I was just a small boy, the memory vividly lingers. Major traumatic events like a camera flash freeze the moment. It is a picture that remains and even time itself doesn't erase it.

Most Americans remember what they were doing when a traumatic event occurred. Today is such a day for me. It's February 6th. The day has no special meaning for most of you but for me it's one of those flash days. It's not exactly the typical Kodak™ moment. February 6th is the day my brother died. I remember receiving a 911 page on my beeper. I had been in the shower and didn't answer the phone. When I returned the call it was my youngest brother telling me that my 38-year-old brother had been taken to the hospital after passing out. It was Sunday morning. I was due to deliver the Sunday morning message in church in two hours. I rushed to the hospital. Only my brother's wife was there when I arrived. She explained the events of the morning. Although I knew from the description it sounded medically serious, I knew my brother was a young, healthy, and vibrant man. The thought of death seemed impossible.

Two of his neighbors were doctors and they rode in the ambulance with him and even went into the emergency room to assist. When his neighbor walked out of the emergency room and walked past us shaking his head he spoke no words. The gesture and look was enough to convey the meaning. This couldn't be. . . and yet it was. It was the greatest mountain that I had ever faced. It was a blinding flash. He had a blood clot in his leg migrate to his lungs. He had complained and gone to the hospital with difficulty of breathing several days earlier. The doctors ran tests and said that he was fine and sent him home. If he had been diagnosed properly, anti-clotting drugs could have easily dissolved the clot before it did fatal damage.

Often mountains are caused by the failure of others to do theirjob properly. People will make mistakes. You will make mistakes. I will make mistakes. Of all of the sermons that I have preached, I can only remember the exact date and subject of one, the sermon that I preached on that Sunday morning. There was nothing fantastic about the sermon just as there was nothing fantastic about my downhill walk on the day PresidentKennedy was shot. But it was a sermon preached in the light of a flash. You remember everything in the light of a flash. In my mind I was tempted to change my prepared sermon and deliver a message appropriate to the moment. A still small voice said, "No, deliver that which you have been given. "The message was entitled, "Would Jesus be happy with your giving?" I later understood the importance of that message in light of the events of that day. When we leave this world, it won't be important what we've gotten, but rather what we gave. All ofour accumulations and possessions won't really matter. Great mountains will change you. They are the challenges and the obstacles that will either make you stronger or break you. They will make you better or bitter, a climber or a complainer The mountain will allow you to see a vision that you can't see from the valley. The mountain can also make you so cringe with the fear of falling that you tightly clamp your eyes shut. You can revel in the purerarefied air. You can gasp for breath from the thinness of it. The mountain can do great or terrible things. It depends on both perspective and preparation. A flash can change your life like none other. It can either blind you or illuminate dark areas where you could not see. It depends on both perspective and preparation.

The Kennedy flash I remember very well but it didn't change me. I was never the same after the February 6th flash. I later preached a sermon about how the experience changed my life. It is still one of the most downloaded and listened to sermonson TheOnLineWord.com. It's called "1 Hour and 40 Minutes." If you ever have the flash of the loss of a loved one, go and listen to “1 Hour and 40 Minutes” and “The Eulogy of EffieThomas.”

It will help you fly over that mountain. I shouldn't say "if" you ever have a flash of the loss of a loved one. If you live long enough, you will have several. Those types of flashes MUST come. It is an inevitable part of life. You cannot stop them and often can't even delay them. The flashes are not the problem. The problem is not being prepared to fly when the inevitable flashes come. How do you prepare for a flash? You don't. You learn to live each day to the best of your ability and to see the beauty. You learn to laugh at the traffic jam instead of cursing it. You learn to smile when someone attacks you. You learn to have patience when the grocery checkout line stands still. You learn to handle the little things. The little things prepare you for the big flashes.

When my brother left this earth, I could honestly say that I had done everything as an older brother that I could have done for him in life. When he had gone to the hospital days earlier I laid my hands on him and prayed a prayer of comfort and peace. His told his wife later that he felt a warm glow go over him and his fear left him. It was just a touch, but a touch in love. Neither of us knew what lay ahead. Neither do you know what is ahead. Don't worry about that. Just do the right thing now. Stay at peace in the grocery line. Stay at peace with the little things. Touch someone in love and treat your brother right. Then you'll be better prepared to handle the big flashes. It depends on both perspective and preparation. Whether the big flashes light you up Or burn you up.

~A MountainWings Original~

Smile-Breakfast at McDonald's

Breakfast at McDonald's

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway.So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I wentout to McDonald's one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.

I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside ofme as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'.

His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.

He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realizedthe second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford (If theywanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He justwanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out andembraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two morebreakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as aresting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyedgentleman's cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. Godis here working through me to give you hope.'

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat downmy husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, togive me hope.'

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of theGrace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.

I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it.

Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?'

I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and beingpart of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor,and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a collegestudent.

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:

UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this andlearn how to

LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS -
NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.