Thursday, March 05, 2009

Pengaruh Orangtua Yang Saleh

Pengaruh Orangtua Yang Saleh

George dan Nellie Balisky memiliki 10 orang anak. Enam diantaranya menjadi penginjil dan empat menjadi kristen aktif yang menyokong pelayanan keluarga itu di luar negeri.

Ralph, anak tertua George dan Nellie, ketika diminta bersaksi tentang orangtuanya menceritakan sbb.

Pertama, orangtua kami menyerahkan kami sebelum kami dilahirkan.

Kedua, mereka mengadakan doa keluarga setiap hari. Dan ayah meminta kami berdoa bergiliran.

Ketiga, walaupun ayah adalah sahabat kami dan mengasihi kami, ia tetap seorang kepala keluarga yang mengambil kebijakan keluarga.

Keempat, orangtua kami selalu adil kepada kami dan tidak pernah menghukum kecuali kami memang patut menerimanya.

Kelima, orangtua kami melayani sungguh2 dan setiap tahun membuat satu janji misi, meskipun mereka tidak tahu dari mana nanti uangnya diperoleh.

Keenam, mereka tidak pernah memaksa kami jadi penginjil. Mereka hanya minta kami memohon bimbingan Tuhan. Mereka sangat senang menerima setiap penginjil yang berkunjung ke daerah kami untuk menginap di rumah kami.

Ketujuh, mereka hidup sesuai apa yang mereka katakan. Mereka memberikan teladan pada kami.

oleh Ralph Balisky

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

True Strength

True Strength
By Michael T. Powers

Father's Day is approaching and I have been thinking a lot about what being a father means the past couple of weeks. The question I have asked myself is: When does the son take on the father role?  Even though I am in my early thirties, I still view myself as a teenager bumbling my way through life, not knowing how to handle certain situations. As a young boy growing up, I always looked at my father as someone who had all the answers… someone who knew what to do in all situations… someone who never worried or doubted his decisions… someone who could fix a toy, take a splinter out of my finger, or repair a car.

I never thought that my father might have his doubts. In fact, if I would have known this growing up, I might not have felt as secure as I did in my childhood.

Now that I am a father to Caleb and Connor, I am the one who "knows all the answers, and is sure of himself at all times."  Hah!  Now that's a good one!  But guess what?  That is how Caleb and Connor view me. It was like a flash of lightning struck my consciousness. My father had the same doubts and concerns that I have now. He didn't show it, and I didn't know it.

There have been many times when I didn't have an answer, but I remember one incident especially, a time when the cold wave of despair washed over me. It was a few weeks before my second son, Connor, was born, and something came up that I had no idea how to handle. Exactly what happened is a story for another time, but know that it was most likely the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in my life. I was faced with the possibility that I might never be able to work the problem out. I can't even begin to describe how it felt.

Yes, I can. I felt as if my head had been slammed face first into an ice-cold brick wall-repeatedly. It felt as if a huge boulder had been placed on my chest, and a serrated butcher knife was being slowly twisted into my back. Oh, yeah, there was the burning bile that rose in my throat, and the feeling that I might vomit at any time. Years of dealing with this problem had come to a head: all the doubts and fears that I wasn't doing the right thing… all the times I wept bitterly over what to do… all the prayers asking God and mentors in my life for help and guidance… and even the times I asked God why?  Why, God?  Why did this have to happen?

It all came crashing over me in one huge tidal wave and I lost it. My wife called work and told them I wouldn't be in that night and I went down in the basement into my video production room and collapsed in a heap. I wept as I have never wept before. I cried for nearly half an hour as I poured my heart out to God seeking answers.

It was then that I heard a soft voice at the door. "Daddy?  You OK?" The door slowly opened and there stood Caleb, who was about a month shy of his third birthday. I didn't know what to do. Do I let my boy see me like this?  Do I shove the hurt and pain down inside and hide my feelings?  I tried, but I couldn't. A fresh wave of sorrow billowed over me as I struggled with my indecision.

Caleb walked slowly over to me and sat down on the floor next to me. I tried so hard to be "strong" and not let him see me like this, but, try as I might, I couldn't stop crying. He slowly reached his chubby little hand up and started stroking my cheek.

"It's OK, Daddy. It's OK."

My heart wanted to burst.

"Don't cry, Daddy. It's OK."

I grabbed my son and hugged him close to my chest and we sat there and rocked on the floor for the longest time. Then he looked up at me and said, "Love you Daddy. I'm going to go play with my animals now."

I kissed his rosy little cheek and out the door he went.

That night was a turning point for me. The unnamed problem is still there, but I know now that I have done everything that I could possibly do to rectify it. I have totally given it over to my heavenly Father, who does have all the answers.

Now, as I go through my daily life, I realize that I am not going to have all the answers, or even the questions, for that matter. I will be strong when I need to be, and I will be a solid foundation for my kids to build their lives on through the help of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I will always remember the day when my three-year-old son lent me his strength through his touch and his simple words. The day I realized that being strong sometimes means showing my weakness.

"My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9

Michael T. Powers
HeartTouchers@aol.com
Copyright © 2000 by Michael T. Powers

Michael T. Powers, the founder of HeartTouchers.com and Heart4Teens.com, is also an author with stories in 15 inspirational books including many in the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. To preview his book or to join the thousands of world wide readers on his inspirational e-mail list, visit: http://www.HeartTouchers.com

“And I was with you in weakness, and in fear, and in much trembling.” -1 Corinthians 2:3 

Getting Things Done

GETTING THINGS DONE

Every now and then God gently taps you on the shoulder and reminds you of what life is all about. I got just such a tap the other day. It was a day when there was too many errands to run, too much work to do and not enough time in the day to do it. I was rushed, stressed, and irritable. I even snapped at my kids to hurry up and get ready for school as I worried about how I was ever going to get everything done that day.

It was then, however, that I got my gentle tap on the shoulder. Actually, it was more of a one, two punch from my furry friends. As I stood there frowning with worry and tensed up with stress, I felt a sticking in my left leg. At the same time my right hand suddenly felt warm and wet. I looked down and found one of my cats with her claws on my knee looking up with that scratch my head look in her eyes. When I turned to my right I saw my drooling Saint Bernard nuzzling in for a few pets himself. I smiled at my loving, furry friends and at the same time heard God’s gentle voice in my mind saying: “You are not here to get things done. You are here to love.”

I thanked God for the reminder as the stress disappeared and the worry faded away. I gave each of my kids a hug before heading out to start the day. I still had a lot to do, of course, but now I did it with a smile on my face. I sang joyously along with the music in my car as I ran my errands. I did my work at home happily and easily taking several breaks to pet my dogs, hold my cats, look at the Fall leaves, and to tell God just how much I loved Him. I got everything done with time to spare and most importantly I did it all blissfully, peacefully, and lovingly.

The next time that the stress of getting things done starts to build up inside of you, then take a break and remember why you are really here. In the end, it is the love we share, the joy we spread, and the happiness we create that matters. Those are the things God wants us to get done.

By Joseph J. Mazzella

Source :
http://www.Godswork.org



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