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FReeper Canteen ~ Sunday Chapel ~ DOING WELL WHAT OTHERS MAY NOT SEE ~ 26 March 2017
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Posted on 03/25/2017 5:05:09 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska
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DOING WELL WHAT OTHERS MAY NOT SEE
In the New Testament scriptures, the Apostle Paul talks about the importance of striving for excellence. He writes, "Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things." (Philippians 4:8) Allow me to share with you a story about striving for excellence. . On one of the arches of a magnificent cathedral in Europe is sculptured a face of great beauty. Yet it can be seen only once a year when the sun is in a certain position and its rays stream through a small window to illuminate the exquisite carving. It seems when the structure was being built, an old man approached the builders and begged permission to work on some portion of the great cathedral. He had been a well-known artist, but now his trembling hands and failing sight caused the architect to fear he would mar the beautiful edifice and turned him down. Some days later the old man returned, and again requested permission. This time out of respect for his age and reputation, the architect reluctantly agreed to allow the man to chisel a design under the shadows of the vaulted roof thinking no one would ever see it there. For months the old man struggled up the scaffolding and worked with hammer and chisel on his back high above the floor. Because it was such an arduous climb for a man of his age, he would stay up all day and only come down in the evening. When at last he had finished, he insisted on one last climb just to make a few finishing touches. When he failed to come down by nightfall, the workers began to worry. Fearing something might have happened, they climbed the ladder only to discover his lifeless body still lying on his back with tools in hand. As they looked up, their eyes beheld the most beautiful sculpture they had ever seen, a piece which has since been deemed a masterpiece by authorities in the field. One sculptor wrote, "This is the most magnificent work of all, for love wrought it." Although the builders thought no one would ever see it, each year when the sun is in one particular place, its rays stream through a small, high window and illumine this beautiful piece etched in the marble just like a spotlight. However, the greater miracle rests in the man himself. Although he thought no one would ever see the fruits of his labors, this old artist, out of honest pride and a quiet faith, strove for excellence. He gave the very best he had. "Integrity," reads a Navy poster, "is doing well what others may not see." Under the dark arches of this great European cathedral exists more than an artistic masterpiece. There stands a living tribute to the character, professionalism and integrity of one man who strove for excellence without counting the cost or looking for a reward. "Character," it has been said, "is what you do in the dark." You may do your best before an inspection or a test, because you know your efforts will be assessed and scrutinized. However, would you give your all and do your best if you knew no inspectors were going to be present? That's what integrity and professionalism are all about.
CAPT Jane F. Vieira, CHC, USN
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To: Kathy in Alaska
Good Evening, Kathy!
***HUGS***
A Blessed Lord's Day to you and yours! Thank you very much for tonight's Sunday Chapel thread.
      
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:05:42 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(FMF Corpsman - Lima 3/5 RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel protect us in Battle!)
To: Kathy in Alaska
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:21:36 PM PDT
by
PROCON
(Defending the Border isn't a Political Option, it's a Constitutional Obligation ~ Rick Perry)
To: ConorMacNessa
Good evening, Mac...*HUGS*...and a Blessed Lord’s Day to you and yours.
Did you get some dirt time today? Are you grilling out yet?
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:26:52 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska
No dirt time today - I worked on stuff inside most of the day. I'm leaving shortly to pick Mrs. MacNessa up at the airport.
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"Dia shábháil ar fad anseo!" |
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:33:23 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(FMF Corpsman - Lima 3/5 RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel protect us in Battle!)
To: xzins; bethelgrad; lightman; LiteKeeper; MoJo2001; 007; 1 FELLOW FREEPER; 11B3; 1FreeAmerican; ...
Sending out prayers for Arrowhead1952 as he recovers from his horrible fall.
Please join us for Sunday Chapel ~ DOING WELL WHAT OTHERS MAY NOT SEE, and Liberty
Lt. Charles F. Suver, CHC, USN, 28th Marine Regiment, 5th Marine Division
"Mass at Iwo Jima"
Please stop in and say a prayer of protection for the military.
Prayers from all denominations are needed.
Sunday Liberty starts after the Guest Military Chaplain's Service!
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:33:44 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska; laurenmarlowe; BIGLOOK; alfa6; EsmeraldaA; SandRat; mylife; TMSuchman; AbnSarge; ..
"TAKE UP THY CROSS
AND FOLLOW ME"
"I Vow To Thee My Country"
Choir Of King's College, Cambridge
(Click)
"I VOW TO THEE, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace."
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:35:16 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(FMF Corpsman - Lima 3/5 RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel protect us in Battle!)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Freep mail me to be on or off the Daily Bread ping list
East Meets West
March 24, 2017
Who are you to judge someone else’s servant?
Romans 14:4
When students from Southeast Asia met a teacher from North America, the visiting instructor learned a lesson. After giving his class their first multiple-choice test, he was surprised to find many questions left unanswered. While handing back the corrected papers, he suggested that, next time, instead of leaving answers blank they should take a guess. Surprised, one of the students raised their hand and asked, “What if I accidentally get the answer right? I would be implying that I knew the answer when I didn’t.” The student and teacher had a different perspective and practice.
In the days of the New Testament, Jewish and Gentile converts were coming to Christ with perspectives as different as East and West. Before long they were disagreeing over matters as diverse as worship days and what a Christ-follower is free to eat or drink. The apostle Paul urged them to remember an important fact: None of us is in a position to know or judge the heart of another.
For the sake of harmony with fellow believers, God urges us to realize that we are all accountable to our Lord, to act according to His Word and our conscience. However, He alone is in a position to judge the attitudes of our heart (Rom. 14:4–7).
Father in heaven, please have mercy on us for presuming to judge the heart of those who see so many things differently than we do.
Be slow to judge others but quick to judge yourself.
When we find ourselves in a position where we disagree with other Christians, it’s good to remember that God has given us room to disagree and help for how to handle our differing opinions. We can find such help in today’s text. How has knowing Scripture helped you to deal with conflicts?
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:35:17 PM PDT
by
The Mayor
(Honesty means never having to look over your shoulder.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Landing in Seattle in a few. Home again for the weekend. Yea!
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:36:39 PM PDT
by
SkyDancer
(Ambition Without Talent Is Sad, Talent Without Ambition Is Worse)
To: PROCON
Good evening, Pro, and a Blessed Lord’s Day to you and yours.
More gaming today?
We have had another beautiful, blue sky day. Almost made it to 32 and tonight could be the first night in several weeks in double digits.
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posted on
03/25/2017 5:43:54 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: ConorMacNessa
Thanks, Mac...my favorite “crosses”.
Welcome home, Mrs MacNessa!
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:00:48 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska; uvw; beachn4fun
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least that’s what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, ‘Are you there, God?’ he said. ‘Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...’
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my. Kevin’s unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But. that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world
Kevin lives in.
He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.
He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under the family tree every
Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied.
He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather the family dirty laundry for his next day’s laundry chores.
And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That’s the day his Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. ‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go! ‘ Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
He doesn’t know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere.
And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’ person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am.
My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God’s care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I’ll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:09:43 PM PDT
by
SandRat
(Duty, Honor, Country.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
No gaming today, did some yard work instead, and I’m sore from it, LOL.
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:15:22 PM PDT
by
PROCON
(Defending the Border isn't a Political Option, it's a Constitutional Obligation ~ Rick Perry)
To: SkyDancer
Woohoo, Janey....home again. ((HUGS)) Enjoy your home time.
Shavua Tov and a Blessed Lord’s Day to you and yours.
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:15:24 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: LUV W; PROCON; The Mayor
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least that’s what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, ‘Are you there, God?’ he said. ‘Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...’
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my. Kevin’s unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But. that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world
Kevin lives in.
He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.
He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under the family tree every
Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied.
He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather the family dirty laundry for his next day’s laundry chores.
And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That’s the day his Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. ‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go! ‘ Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
He doesn’t know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere.
And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’ person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am.
My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God’s care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I’ll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:23:36 PM PDT
by
SandRat
(Duty, Honor, Country.)
To: All
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:32:58 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: All
Dear God:
I ask that no Airman, Coast Guardsman,
Marine, Sailor, Soldier, Reservist, National Guardsman, or Merchant Marine
feel alone or forgotten.
O Israel, hope in the Lord;
For with the Lord there is loving kindness,
And with Him is abundant redemption.
And He will redeem Israel
From all his iniquities.
Psalm 130:7 & 8
 
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:36:04 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska; LUV W; HiJinx; AZamericonnie; Jet Jaguar; Soaring Feather; SandRat; ...
Greetings to all at the Canteen!
To all our military men and women, past and present,
THANK YOU
for your service!
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:49:42 PM PDT
by
radu
(May God watch over our troops and keep them safe)
To: PROCON
Howdy, pro.
Had a nice weekend so far? Any saving-the-world time? :-)
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:56:16 PM PDT
by
radu
(May God watch over our troops and keep them safe)
To: The Mayor; ConorMacNessa; SandRat; 2111USMC; Jet Jaguar; Publius; PROCON; mountainlion; HiJinx; ...
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posted on
03/25/2017 6:56:46 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
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