(08.26.21– Carrying Others –Galatians 6:9)
My friend, may I ask you a question? People are linked by moods, no doubt. But, similarly, but are they also linked by the lives they choose to link, or not to link?
My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.
I'm M. Clifford Brunner.
I'm not normally a moody person, priding myself in being able to temper the good along with the bad. However, as I'm not perfect, there are those days when for whatever stressful reason, I'm not able to find that balance. Such was the case recently when returning home from the office I just couldn't disguise my foul mood. Things hadn't gone well that day and a number of things were on my mind. I didn't greet Holly as I normally do with a smile and a kiss. She could see that I was frowning the moment I entered the kitchen. It wasn't long before my frown became her frown. As the old saying goes, "frowns, like smiles, are catching." She caught it and it wasn't long before one bad mood had become two.
People are linked by moods, no doubt. But, similarly, they are also linked by the lives they choose to link, or not to link.
Here's a story: A rat saw a farmer opening a package that contained a rat trap. Retreating to the farmyard he shouted a warning; "There's a rattrap in the house!" The chicken clucked, and said, "I can't be bothered by it." The rat turned to the pig and told him. "I'm sorry," sympathized the pig, "but there's nothing I can do about it. You're in my prayers." The rat turned to the cow. She said, "A rattrap. I'm in grave danger? Don't think so." So the rat returned to the house, dejected, to face the rattrap alone. That very night a sound was heard like a rattrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she didn't see that it was a venomous snake. It bit her and the farmer rushed her to the hospital. She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with chicken soup, so the farmer butchered the chicken. His wife's sickness continued so that neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them the farmer butchered the pig. Finally she died. So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them. Moral to the story: The next time you hear that someone's facing a problem and think that it doesn't concern you, remember, when there's a rattrap in the house, the whole farmyard is at risk. (Author unknown.)