Old Jack has been working as typist of years. He was never once late to work and always typed to perfection. Fonts were always straight, errors kept to a minimum and everyone at work loved him. Old jack was helpful, friendly and always around if anyone in the company needed some form of help.
During the weekends, he devotes his time to the church to help the needy. Jack teaches the Sunday school, and help distribute food to the orphans who stay in the church orphanage.
At home he is caring father and a loving husband. He always put the needs of his family first. For years he had been saving money from his monthly salary to get a pen he really, really liked. It wasn't just any ordinary pen, it was a Mont Blanc fountain pen. Old Jack had kept a diary for many years ever since he was a school kid. He wanted the fountain pen more than anything else to continue writing his diary with.
Having saved for months, he finally bought himself the fountain pen. He took good care of it and always carried it with him in the pocket of his shirt. So much so that one day, while helping at the church to pack food stuff to be sent for a missionary trip to Africa, Jack lost his precious pen. Unfortunately, by the time Jack realised he lost his precious pen, it was too late because all the boxes had been sealed tight and were already on the way to Africa.
That night, Jack could not help but feel really down for the lost of his precious pen. In his frustration, he looked up into the sky from his room window and said, "God, I have never done anything to hurt anyone, I've done my best to help people and those around me. Why do you want to punish me by taking away my precious pen?"
As the week went by, during church service on a Sunday morning, a guest pastor was invited to deliver the week's sermon. That pastor was the pastor who was in Africa for the missionary service, the very service that require rations of which Jack was helping to pack a week ago. The pastor started his sermon, "God is great! God is really great! Our mission in Africa to spread the word of God has not ended and it will be a long mission. When we received your rations you all sent over, I could only thank God. But my sermon this morning isn't about the mission trip. It's about God and how God knows what our needs are. While on the trip, I prayed for God to provide me a pen so I could jot down notes. In the forest, there isn't a stationery shop I can go to to buy a pen. Praise God, the first crate I opened, I found a beautiful fountain pen! God is great!"
While the sermon went on, Jack sat at the back of the church and had tears rolling down his cheeks.......................
~Path of Time~ by Micky Foo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License
During the weekends, he devotes his time to the church to help the needy. Jack teaches the Sunday school, and help distribute food to the orphans who stay in the church orphanage.
At home he is caring father and a loving husband. He always put the needs of his family first. For years he had been saving money from his monthly salary to get a pen he really, really liked. It wasn't just any ordinary pen, it was a Mont Blanc fountain pen. Old Jack had kept a diary for many years ever since he was a school kid. He wanted the fountain pen more than anything else to continue writing his diary with.
Having saved for months, he finally bought himself the fountain pen. He took good care of it and always carried it with him in the pocket of his shirt. So much so that one day, while helping at the church to pack food stuff to be sent for a missionary trip to Africa, Jack lost his precious pen. Unfortunately, by the time Jack realised he lost his precious pen, it was too late because all the boxes had been sealed tight and were already on the way to Africa.
That night, Jack could not help but feel really down for the lost of his precious pen. In his frustration, he looked up into the sky from his room window and said, "God, I have never done anything to hurt anyone, I've done my best to help people and those around me. Why do you want to punish me by taking away my precious pen?"
As the week went by, during church service on a Sunday morning, a guest pastor was invited to deliver the week's sermon. That pastor was the pastor who was in Africa for the missionary service, the very service that require rations of which Jack was helping to pack a week ago. The pastor started his sermon, "God is great! God is really great! Our mission in Africa to spread the word of God has not ended and it will be a long mission. When we received your rations you all sent over, I could only thank God. But my sermon this morning isn't about the mission trip. It's about God and how God knows what our needs are. While on the trip, I prayed for God to provide me a pen so I could jot down notes. In the forest, there isn't a stationery shop I can go to to buy a pen. Praise God, the first crate I opened, I found a beautiful fountain pen! God is great!"
While the sermon went on, Jack sat at the back of the church and had tears rolling down his cheeks.......................
~Path of Time~ by Micky Foo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License
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