Coffee break - wasting time at concerns
... so do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will have their own concerns. Sufficient unto the day of his affliction ... Ew. Matthew 6:34
An elderly lady living in the countryside, for the first time in her life she traveled by train. She had driven the route about 75 kilo-meters, by a very beautiful region of the country. We are happy to await the journey. However, as soon as she got into the compartment, all her attention focused on this - if her bags are well built, whether the seat is comfortable, and the curtains are fulfilling their role, protecting it from the sun and whether that has left everything in the house in order. And when I have finally settled down for good is to start enjoying the journey - called out the name of the station :-) . Oh, no! - cried the old lady - If only I knew that as soon do I get to the place, not traciłabym my time worrying about the little things. Even though I paid no attention to the landscape!
This picture of a person centered care, and really for myself. I recalled the words of the poem by Wislawa Szymborska: We are living longer, but less well ... stopped paying attention to many things that are happening around us, we do not look further than the tip of our nose. We are poor observers.
Worrying about things - those that remain for us and things that come until tomorrow - robs us of God's joy that it gives us all this day. Robs us of things we can do - giving yourself to others.
Refinement sovereignty of our Lord to the narrow sphere of personal ambition and the daily struggles, brings discredit on his behalf. What we spend testimony of the Savior when we seek God's will and only intervene in our affairs and we are not interested in the fate of others?
nursing his own life without being involved in the affairs of the needy and disadvantaged people, this narrow and selfish view of the world. We should be careful what Christ expects from us in relation to difficult social problems in the immediate vicinity and across the world. (source: reflections Our Daily Bread )
The following poem I translated from English. Its author is unknown.
Too busy to read the Bible.
Too busy to pray.
too busy to say a good word,
mijanemu someone on the road.
too busy with the care and strife,
thinking about what life will bring.
too busy building their homes,
cities building a house in heaven.
too busy to help his brother in need,
what was a cold wind blowing in his eyes.
too busy to share his burden with him,
when they experience the convenience.
too busy for things sacred,
that are on earth and in heaven.
Too busy to serve the Master
But not too busy to die.
I still have a short poem (also do not know the author):
My influence
My life touches the life of a dozen people ,
it ends day
making countless signs of good or evil,
before sunset.
This has always been my wish
prayer and also such a
- O God, my life helps those
which touches on the road.
Such a state will be possible only when we stop focusing on yourself, take care of only himself, and, finally, we see other people living next to us.
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