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Inspirational

Inspirational

Let's remember to listen to the whisper.

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!

He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed some kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what in the world are you doing?!!" Building up a head of steam he went on. "That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?!!"

"Please, mister, please. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop." Tears were dripping down the boys chin as he pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother," he said, "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and May God bless you," the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to his jaguar... a long, slow walk. He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention. God whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes when you don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at you.

It's your choice: Listen to the whisper or wait for the brick.

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Life doesn't kiss away the pain
All the hurt you can't explain
When you're wounded by a brother.
But He takes you underneath his wings
And mends your broken wings
He can love you like no other
Like no other

No one can touch you like Jesus can
No on can give you piece you can not understand
No one can bind your wounds but nail scarred hands
No one can touch you like Jesus can.

Hands that touched the blind the lame
Are now in so much pain
From nails that truly pierced them.
But from His side flows liquid love
It was a power from up above
It brings hope and Restoration.

No one can touch you like Jesus can
No one can give you piece you can not understand
No one can bind your wounds but nail scarred hands
No one can touch you like Jesus can.

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