This is almost overwhelming when you think about it.
Moses and the people were in the desert, but what was he going to do with them?
They had to be fed, and feeding 2 or 3 million people requires a lot of food.
According to the Quartermaster General in the Army, it is reported that Moses would have to have had 1500 tons of food each day. Do you know that to bring that much food each day, two freight trains, each at least a mile long, would be required!
Besides you must remember, they were out in the desert, so they would have to have firewood to use in cooking the food. This would take 4000 tons of wood and a few more freight trains, each a mile long, just for one day.
And just think, they were forty years in transit.
And Oh yes! They would have to have water. If they only had enough to drink and wash a few dishes, it would take 11,000,000 gallons each day and a freight train with tank cars, 1800 miles long, just to bring water!
And then another thing!
They had to get across the Red Sea at night. Now, if they went on a narrow path, double file, the line would be 800 miles long and would require 35 days and nights to get through. So there had to be a space in the Red Sea, 3
miles wide so that they could walk 5000 abreast to get over in one night.
But then, there is another problem...............each time they camped at the end of the day, a campground two-thirds the size of the state of Rhode Island was required, or a total of 750 square miles long........ think of it! This much space for camping.
Do you think Moses figured all this out before he left Egypt? I think not! You see, Moses believed in God. God took care of these things for him.
Now do you think God has any problem taking care of all your needs?
I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today. To guide you and protect you as you go along your way....... His love is always with you, His promises are true, And when we give Him all our cares, You know He will see us through.
Our God is an Awesome God!!
So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best, just remember I'm praying and God will do the rest.
2. Did God create evil?
A University professor at a well-known institution of higher learning
challenged his students with this question.
"Did God create everything that exists?"
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil.
And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define
who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical
definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the
students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question,
"Of course", replied the professor. The student stood up and asked,
"Professor does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been
The other students snickered at the young man's question.
The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the
laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.
Absolute zero (-460F) is the total absence of heat; and all matter becomes
inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We
have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat."
The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"
The professor responded, "Of course it does."
The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist
either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but
not darkness. In fact, we can use Newton's prism to break white light into
many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot
measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness
and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure
the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by
man to describe what happens when there is no light present."
Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"
Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.
To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a world that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light."
The professor sat down.
3. The Daffodil Principle!
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over. "I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.
"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around." "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.
On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking", was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow", she said.
She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
4. Success comes from inside.
A middle-aged man had worked as the school’s janitor for 25 years. Today, the school superintendent called him into his office.
“I’ve looked at your original application from 25 years ago. It says here that you never went to college. Is that right?”
The janitor replied, “That’s correct. I never attended college.”
“Your application doesn’t show that you graduated from high school. Did you attend high school?”
“No. I never attended high school.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but the school board has a new policy. All school employees must have at least a high school diploma. For 25 years you have done a terrific job, but I have to let you go. Rules are rules.”
The janitor turned in his mop and went home. “What can I do? I’ve been a janitor all my life. Maybe I can start my own janitorial business.”
The first company he contacted said, “Sure, you can do the clean-up here. I remember how you did such a great job at the school.”
The next company said the same thing. Soon the janitor had more buildings to clean than he could personally do. He hired an assistant.
Business continued to grow. Soon the janitor hired more employees. His customers were so happy with his work that they gave him additional small construction contracts.
After a couple of years, the janitor became quite wealthy. He had dozens of employees, trucks, equipment, and a six-figure bank account.
Then, one day he received a letter to come down to his bank. The vice president greeted the janitor and said, “It’s a pleasure to have you come down to our bank. We’ve never seen you here. Your employees always make your deposits. We checked our old records and found that you never signed the signature card to open your bank account. Could you sign it for us now, just to keep our
The janitor replied, “I don’t know how to write. You see, I’ve never been to school. Would an “X” be okay?”
“Sure. No problem.” The banker didn’t want to offend his largest customer. “This is amazing! Here you are, a janitor, who has succeeded in business and become our biggest account. Just think what you could have achieved with an education!”
“Heck!” said the janitor. “If I had an education, I’d still be a janitor!”
5. Finding God in the Park by Michael Josephson
Aaron was 80 and he was losing his memory. Against his will he moved in with his son, who cared about him but tended to treat him as a child. The old man missed his independence, including spending time in a park that was near his old apartment but more than a mile away from his son's home. One Saturday he decided to find his old park. Without his son's knowledge, he took some cheese and a couple of bananas and set off.
Soon, he bacame lost. When he saw a boy about eight, he asked the young fellow where the park was. The boy, who said his name was Timmy, said, "I'd take you there, but I'm looking for God. I've got to talk to him about why my parents are getting a divorce."
The old man said, "Maybe God is in the park. I'd like to talk to him too about why he's made me useless." And so they set off together, Aaron took Timmy to his favorite bench and shared his bananas and cheese. When Timmy began to cry about the divorce. Aaron lovingly held his face in both hands and looked him right in the eyes. "Timmy, I don't know why bad things happen, but I know it's not your fault and that you are going to be OK."
"Are you sure?" the boy asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Whatever comes, you can deal with it."
On the walk back, Timmy said, "I don't know why you think you are useless. I think you are wonderful." They parted with a warm hug.
Timmy's mom saw the man and boy part, and she asked her son, "Who was that old man?"
"He's God," Timmy said.
"Did he say that?" she said skeptically.
"No, but I know it was God because when he hugged me, he made everything OK."
Many blocks away Aaron's son caught up with his father and demanded, "Dad, where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!"
"I was talking with God," Aaron said.
"What makes you think you talked to God?" his son replied scornfully.
"Because when he touched me I realized that I may not be everything I used to be, but I'm not useless.