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Friday, June 27, 2008

I Have These Needs

Yesterday as I shuffled backup files from old discs onto the new computer, I chanted a litany of needs.

I need this missing folder. I need that file. I need that photo. Where is that graphic file, I need it. I need to remember where this goes. I need another disc. I need a PDF copy. I need a hard copy. I need…

I kept saying and thinking things like that all day long.

My whining about my needs triggered a memory of a missionary story that I heard years ago:

A missionary to some impoverished third world country was invited to conduct a revival in a remote village. After days of travel through rough terrain, he arrived in the backcountry and was greeted by the local Christian pastor.

The pastor escorted him to a hut to stay with a church family.

Their poverty astounded him. Yet they generously gave him their only egg for supper and the father chased a goat out so there would be room on the floor to spread a sleeping mat. The large family gave him the best they had to offer in the way of hospitality.

Late in the evening, his host led the family in prayer and as they bedded down around a log fire on the floor, he drew the missionary aside and made a gracious offer:

“If there’s anything you need, anything at all, just let us know and we can show you how to get along without it”.


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posted by John Cowart @ 3:42 AM

2 Comments:

At 9:50 PM, Blogger jellyhead said...

I like that story.

I've missed your blog John Cowart. It's wonderful to have you back.

 
At 11:40 PM, Blogger Amrita said...

What a beautiful story. I learnt a great lesson from it.

During my aunt 's funeral, when we were having prayers in my house, someone entered my bedroom and stole quite a bit of money (about $90)from my hand bag which was kept on my dresser.This enhaced the sence of loss and and grief I am going through at this time. I can 't share it with my mother as she will become very depressed.

This story blessed my heart

 

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