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See also Faith
Steve Peat
While I was working at New Cross Hospital in Wolverhampton, I admitted a little Indian boy with asthma. He was only about three years old and I had to put up a drip. Normally this would be a routine procedure and I didn't think much about it. After three unsuccessful attempts I called my Pakistani registrar, who is quite one of the best doctors I have worked with. I was confident that he would come and make short work of the procedure. After forty-five minutes working together, we had still not got the drip in and had to abandon it. During the whole time the little lad cried and pleaded with us. "No Papi, no. Please, no more." It was pure torture listening to him and seeing his pleading eyes, wide with fear, as he sat on his mother's knee.
A little while later I was standing at the nurses station when he came up to me, put his arms around my leg, looked up at me and said, "Mummy's gone." I was very moved and humbled as I was quite sure he hated me. He certainly had good reason to! I thank God that in the way we handled him, in spite of putting him through a terrifying and painful ordeal, we communicated that we were doing it because we had to for his good and not because we wanted to hurt him. He came to me when his mother left because he could trust me, even after what I had put him through.
Clean Illustration
They tell the story of a mountain climber, who desperate to conquer the Aconcagua, initiated his climb after years of preparation. But he wanted the glory to himself, therefore, he went up alone. He started climbing and it was becoming later, and later. He did not prepare for camping but decided to keep on going. Soon it got dark... Night fell with heaviness at a very high altitude. Visibility was zero. Everything was black. There was no moon, and the stars were blocked by clouds. As he was climbing a ridge at about 100 meters from the top, he slipped and fell. Falling rapidly he could only see blotches of darkness that passed. He felt a terrible sensation of being sucked in by gravity. He kept falling....and in those anguishing moments good and bad memories passed through his mind. He thought certainly he would die. But then he felt a jolt that almost tore him in half. Yes!! Like any good mountain climber he had staked himself with a long rope tied to his waist. In those moments of stillness, suspended in the air he had no other choice but to shout, "HELP ME GOD", "HELP ME!"
All of a sudden he heard a deep voice from heaven..."What do you want me to do?"
"SAVE ME"
"Do you REALLY think that I can save you?"
"OF COURSE, MY GOD"
"Then cut the rope that is holding you up."
There was another moment of silence and stillness. The man just held tighter to the rope.
The rescue team says that the next day they found, a frozen mountain climber hanging strongly to a rope... Two feet off the ground.
How about you? How trusting are you in that rope? Why don't you let it go? I tell you, God has great and marvellous thing for you.
Cut the rope and simply trust in Him.
IT DEPENDS ON WHOSE HANDS IT'S IN!
A basketball in my hands is worth about$19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGwire's hands is worth $19 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Pete Sampras' hands is a Wimbledon Championship.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entireworld.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
As you see now it depends on whose hands it's in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in God's hands because - It depends on whose hands it's in.
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