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Why Am I here? Am I worthy??
*** Food For Thought ***
Why?...
When I was a child I would always answer each question with that
response, "Why?" The conversation would seem endless:
My teacher would reply, "The sky is blue."
"Why?" I would respond.
"Because the sun is out."
"Why is the sun out?"
"Because it is daytime."
"Why is it daytime?"
"So you can do stuff in the day and rest at night."
"Why must I rest?"
"So you won't get sick."
"Why do I not want to get sick?"
"So you can live."
"Why do I want to live?"...
...the question seemed to not have an answer. Why do we want to live?
At the end of a day the children have complained and wrecked the house, the boss has complained too, but he wrecked what you thought was going to be a weekend, & your in-laws have always complained! Many times it seems as though gratitude and kindness are an endangered species, and you would not mind being extinct yourself. But there is an answer to "Why do I live?" I found it in the following story:
A tiny little nail was holding down one shingle on the topmost spire of a cathedral. One day the little nail began talking to itself, and its soliloquy went something like this: "I am just a tiny nail. I am stuck here by myself. no one ever sees me. Probably everyone has forgotten that I even exist. People pass by and praise the shinning spire, the lovely windows, the massive doors, and the mellowing color tones on the huge stones, but no one ever mentions me. They do not even know I am here. I won't stay in this whole any longer. No one will miss me while I am gone."
So, with that extreme feeling of discontent with the place of service in which the master builder had placed it, the little nail began twisting and squirming until it finally twisted itself out of its position. But when it had succeeded in getting itself out of the hole it was in, it did not go to a higher place. It rolled, down the spire, over the roof, and down into the gutter, where the rains fell on it, and rusted, and finally was no more.
What happened to the building when the little nail refused to stay where the Master Builder had placed it? The shingle which it had been holding down for many years soon became loosened by the winds, and finally, was blown away. When the small opening occurred, the rain and snow lingered much longer in the cavity, and finally, other shingles began to decay and give way. In an amazingly short time the opening was so large that torrents of rain entered the building through the tall spire. Before the condition was recognized by the sexton, water had seeped through the roof and ceilings of the building, and beautiful murals, tapestries, rugs, and painting were ruined - all because one little nail refused to stay in the place where the Master Builder had placed it.
(Virginia Ely)
There is the answer to your "Why?"
Author Unknown
Submitted by Richard
*** Food For Thought ***
Why?...
When I was a child I would always answer each question with that
response, "Why?" The conversation would seem endless:
My teacher would reply, "The sky is blue."
"Why?" I would respond.
"Because the sun is out."
"Why is the sun out?"
"Because it is daytime."
"Why is it daytime?"
"So you can do stuff in the day and rest at night."
"Why must I rest?"
"So you won't get sick."
"Why do I not want to get sick?"
"So you can live."
"Why do I want to live?"...
...the question seemed to not have an answer. Why do we want to live?
At the end of a day the children have complained and wrecked the house, the boss has complained too, but he wrecked what you thought was going to be a weekend, & your in-laws have always complained! Many times it seems as though gratitude and kindness are an endangered species, and you would not mind being extinct yourself. But there is an answer to "Why do I live?" I found it in the following story:
A tiny little nail was holding down one shingle on the topmost spire of a cathedral. One day the little nail began talking to itself, and its soliloquy went something like this: "I am just a tiny nail. I am stuck here by myself. no one ever sees me. Probably everyone has forgotten that I even exist. People pass by and praise the shinning spire, the lovely windows, the massive doors, and the mellowing color tones on the huge stones, but no one ever mentions me. They do not even know I am here. I won't stay in this whole any longer. No one will miss me while I am gone."
So, with that extreme feeling of discontent with the place of service in which the master builder had placed it, the little nail began twisting and squirming until it finally twisted itself out of its position. But when it had succeeded in getting itself out of the hole it was in, it did not go to a higher place. It rolled, down the spire, over the roof, and down into the gutter, where the rains fell on it, and rusted, and finally was no more.
What happened to the building when the little nail refused to stay where the Master Builder had placed it? The shingle which it had been holding down for many years soon became loosened by the winds, and finally, was blown away. When the small opening occurred, the rain and snow lingered much longer in the cavity, and finally, other shingles began to decay and give way. In an amazingly short time the opening was so large that torrents of rain entered the building through the tall spire. Before the condition was recognized by the sexton, water had seeped through the roof and ceilings of the building, and beautiful murals, tapestries, rugs, and painting were ruined - all because one little nail refused to stay in the place where the Master Builder had placed it.
(Virginia Ely)
There is the answer to your "Why?"
Author Unknown
Submitted by Richard
