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Obstacles in Our Path
There once was a king who was very sad because
the people in his kingdom were very selfish. No
one wanted to help anyone else. The people
fought with each other to get more things for
themselves, and they grumbled and complained
about everything.
One day the king had a boulder placed on a road-
way. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock.
All day people, wagons, horsemen, and great
knights and nobles passed the rock. Some
stopped to shout angry at the rock in the road.
Some kicked it. Many of them even loudly blamed
the king for not keeping the roads clear!
But none did anything about getting the big stone
out of the way.
As sunset approached, the king was saddened
when suddenly along came a peasant carrying a
load of vegetables. ¡°What is this big rock doing
on the road?¡± the peasant asked himself, ¡°It¡¯s in
the way! I should move it so that people can pass
here freely.¡±
The peasant laid down his burden and tried to
move the stone to the side of the road. After
much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
To the peasant¡¯s surprise, there was a small
wooden box in a hole in the ground under where
the rock had blocked the road. He picked up the
box, and found it opened easily and was filled
with pieces of gold!
Inside there was a letter. He unfolded the letter
and read these words:
¡°To the person who cares enough for others to
move this stone out of the way, this gold is for
you!¡± - In appreciation, His Majesty, the King.
The moral of the story: Every obstacle presents
an opportunity.
The Reading Room
2015 September
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
in the Spring, had quietly settled into a trickle.
The earth gave up arrowheads that glistened in
the early afternoon sun. Some were Clovis Points
dating back to the time of early man who hunted
It was with trepidation that I ventured outside
the house. It was a step by step undertaking.
But, by the time the purple wild Iris bloomed in
the meadow I had thrown fear aside. Mother na-
ture pointed a finger at me signaling that I should
come out and play. And so began the most amaz-
ing year in my life.
When change looms big I hear my Mother¡¯s voice
from time long past reminding me that ¡°Nothing
ventured, nothing gained Karen¡±.
She was right.
(Karen Schafer lives in and writes from Grand
Junction, CO)
If you get email, you
get stuff. Sometimes
it is spam, sometimes
it is a true gem.
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
city woman lived and
adjusted to life at
the edge of the ten-
tacles of civilization,
without telephone,
television or radio.
The age-old log
ranch house was
nestled in a high
mountain valley.
Humans had not
lived in the house for
a long while. It was,
however, NOT empty.
Upon opening a very
large flour bin locat-
ed under a kitchen
counter, I disturbed
a mouse family who
had comfortably
set up housekeep-
ing there. A bushy
tailed pack rat with
his sharp little face
ran back and forth in
the living room walls
doing whatever.
A community of mar-
mots in residence
on a rocky hillside
chirped and whistled
at me as I hung out
laundry. Coyotes
cruising the neigh-
borhood sang us to
sleep most nights.
The stream next to
the house, that fell
in splashing showers
Positively Karen
He was just a little lad,
and on the week¡¯s last day.
He was wandering home from Sabbath School,
and dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass;
he found a caterpillar;
He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
and blew out all the ¡°filler.¡±
A bird¡¯s nest in a tree o¡¯er head
so wisely placed on high,
Was just another wonder
that caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zigzag course,
and hailed him from the lawn;
Asked him where he¡¯d been that day,
and what was going on.
¡°I¡¯ve been to Bible school,¡± he said,
and turned a piece of sod.
He picked up a wiggly worm and said,
¡°I¡¯ve learned a lot of God.¡±
¡°M¡¯m a very fine way,¡± the neighbor said,
¡°for a boy to spend his time.¡±
If you¡¯ll tell me where God is,
I¡¯ll give you a brand new dime.¡±
Quick as a flash his answer came!
Nor were his accents faint.
¡°I¡¯ll give you a dollar, Mister,
if you¡¯ll tell me where God ain¡¯t!¡±
~Author Unknown~
Once again we have relocated. Leaving Gate-
way in early Spring, we were moved to Grand
Junction March 1st. As with all change time is
required to bring things into harmony as one
adapts to a new environment.
Do I miss the serenity of the Gateway vil-
lage? Sometimes. Do I enjoy the invigorating
lifeforce which flows through the city? Yes. Do
I miss the deer bounding through the yard,
or the bear that stopped and sat down in our
driveway to rest last summer? Absolutely!
However, when fishing at connecting lakes
near Grand Junction, four deer silently passed
close by me, the bull frogs broke the hush
of early morning with their boisterous croak-
ing and dragonflies, in their lustrous attire,
frequently danced by on their way to a grand
ball somewhere.
When up on the Grand Mesa, recently, a cin-
namon hued bear crossed the road five feet in
front of the wrangler.
Upon reflection I see that I have finished with
the process of adapting and have happily
settled in.
Many major changes in my life seem to have
taken place in the fall of the year.
A number of years ago, a job offer enticed us
to leave a large city on the Texas coast and
move to Colorado¡¯s high country. Where this
From Innocent Lips
¡°God writes the Gospel not
in the Bible alone, but also
in the flowers and on trees
and clouds and stars.¡±
- Martin Luther