A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9

Sometimes we complain about other brothers or make a fuss over the service of others because they do things differently form the way they would do them or the way they think others should do them. But let me tell you a little story and let's see if we can learn a lesson from it.

One day the carpenter's tools had a conference. Brother Hammer was in the chair. Upon bringing the meeting to order, he said that he understood there were some complaints among his fellow tools, and thought it would be a good idea to discuss it openly and frankly together. "So let's hear your complaints, brother tools," questioned brother Hammer. "Yes, brother Saw, what is your complaint?"

Brother Saw stood up and said: "It's that little brother Pencil. He gets on everybody's nerves. He is so small he can seldom be found when he's needed. And when he is found for service, he is so blunt at times, that it makes a very bad impression. He certainly needs to be sharpened up a bit around here if he expects to be of any use," fumed brother Saw.

Little brother Pencil slowly rose to his feet and spoke. "Alright, perhaps I am a little blunt at times. It's only when I spend too long in service that I'm like that. But at least I'm not like big brother Drill and his family of small bits. They are always going around in circles, and really to me brother Drill is just a bit boring."

Brother Drill and his family (just small bits) stood up and replied, "Yes, I know we have a reputation for going around in circles, but at least we are not like brother Plane. You have to push him to do anything and then all his work is on the surface. There is no depth to his work like there is to ours!" Then all the tools looked at one another and agreed that brother Drill had a good point there about brother Plane. All eyes now turned to brother Plane to see what he would say.

Quickly brother Plane spoke up and said: "Brother, I guess I'm not the only one around here that has to be pushed to do anything or that has no depth to his service. Brother Sandpaper is worse than I am." Brother Sandpaper was somewhat new in their midst. "Besides, look how rough he is," said brother Plane. "I can't stand being beside him, he just rubs me the wrong way! How he could ever accomplish any good in his service being so rough, I'll never know!"

That remark made brother Sandpaper really mad. "Brother Plane is just jealous," he shouted. He knows I have better success in service than he does, that's all. And while everybody's complaining," shouted brother Sandpaper, I'd like to complain about brother Rule. He makes me boil by his always measuring others by his standards, as though brother Rule was the only one who is right around here."

Tempers were really getting hot. All the tools seemed to have legitimate complaints against each another. Brother Level was so exacting.

But just then, in the midst of the heated discussion, and as some were getting ready to walk out and leave the others, thinking they were not needed; who should walk in but their master, the carpenter from Nazareth! He had come to perform his work for the day. His father had asked him to build a house that they both could dwell in and he was to finish it that very day. He put on his work cloths and started to finish the work his father gave him to do. He used the hammer, the pencil, the saw, the drill, the plane, the sandpaper, the rule, the level, the punch, and all the other tools.

But now, someone else appeared on the scene. It was the carpenter's father. How thrilled he was and pleased to see what his son had accomplished. "How did you do it, my son?" asked the father. "I put to good use some tools that I bought," replied the son, "and how I love every one of them. I paid a high price for them father, but they are well worth it."

"See brother Hammer over there? He's so useful for both the work of tearing down and building up. He's very effective in service because he really hits the nail on the head. He's a very solid worker I must say!"

"Than there is brother Saw," said the carpenter. "He's really pretty sharp and puts teeth into his work, you know; constantly going back and forth in one area at a time for a very effective service."

"I'm sure glad to have brother Pencil too. Although he's not very big and I have to sharpen him up from time to time like some of my other tools, he is very useful in the correcting and marking work."

"And father, here's another one I just couldn't be without," remarked the son. "Big brother Drill and these small bits of his family. They are all so good at reaching down deep into the heart and are always leaving the way open for a follow up."

"And look at brother Plane here. He is so handy to have around in service. He's a very smooth worker and doesn't bite off more than he can handle at one time. He sure is good at overcoming obstacles as well."

"And how do you find this tool, my son?" asked the father. "You mean brother Level?" questioned the son. "He is another one that is so useful to me; he has a good eye for balance and is very level-headed. I can use him often because he does a good job for me."

"I am so thankful," said the carpenter, "for even the very small tools I bought. They too are so beneficial and essential in my work. Take little brother Punch for example; although he is quite small, with the assistance of brother Hammer he does an excellent job at driving his point home."

"And there is tiny brother Rule. Although small in size, he is always extending himself to meet various circumstances, and in service, is so accurate in his statements."

"Even my new tools, like brother Sandpaper; I don't know how I could get along without them. Although he has a certain roughness about him, he does well in producing good results through his service."

"So you see, father," said the carpenter, "That it's because of having ALL THIS VARIETY of good tools that I'm thankful. With their help I'll finish your house in the proper time. Let me show you around the rest of the building, Father."

Well upon their leaving, all the carpenter's tools started rejoicing because of hearing the carpenter's commendation and seeing how pleased his father was of what they had accomplished together. Brother Hammer now again arose in their midst and said, "Brothers, I perceive for a certainty that all of us are needed. For although all of us may have our faults or don't do things just as others think we should, whether old or new, large or small, all of us are laborers together in pleasing our MASTER.

I would like to introduce you to four brothers in the congregation, Brother Somebody, Brother Everybody, Brother Anybody and Brother Nobody. All four brothers are very different from the rest of the congregation...it's too bad...but that's the way it is...really...it is a shame that it is that way.

Here are some of the problems these brothers have: Everybody failed to take advantage of the weekend time he had to go in service. He was always staying home from service on Sunday because he had some company or sometimes just because he had something else to do.

Now as for Anybody...he wanted to go in service but he didn't because he was afraid that Somebody would not be there to work with him. So do you know who went out? Nobody.

As it turns out Nobody was the only active one of the group. It was Nobody that always supported the meetings for service, it was Nobody that always showed up to clean the hall. It was Nobody that always made return visits on the literature he placed. And why? Because Nobody kept a house to house record.

One time at a meeting, the theocratic school overseer needed a brother to give one of the talks on the school program. Everybody thought certainly Anybody could do it, so he didn't offer. Anybody thought Somebody would do it. Do you know who offered to accept the assignment? That's right...Nobody.

There was an interested person that came to the meeting one Sunday. Everybody thought Somebody should approach the new one and offer to study with him. Anybody could have done it. But, again ... guess who did it?

Nobody.

 

Imagine this: The C.O. is visiting your congregation and he gives the talk. Afterwards you're walking out to your car and you're not watching where you're walking and you accidentally trip up the C.O.. He falls down into the yard and sits there and you apologize with all your heart and beg his forgiveness, offering him to give him a hand to get up. Instead of taking your hand he gets angry and says: "No, leave me alone! You have stumbled me!"

You continue to express your grief that you hurt the poor brother and still he refuses your help so you shrug and leave him sitting on the grass complaining about the way he was treated, although what happened to him was a total accident.

That night it rains and it poors and there is thunder and lightning and you are sitting in your nice warm house with the love of your friends and family, when suddenly you remember what happened that morning to the C.O. and you wonder: "He wouldn't still be sitting there in those terrible conditions would he? Naah, that wouldn't make sense."

So you go to bed and the next morning you get up, prepare for service and drive to the hall and guess what. Sitting in the yard, soaking wet and muddy, is the C.O.

"Brother C.O.", you cry out, "Please don't stay out there in the rain and mud, but come in and join the congregation and get cleaned up and enjoy the association and spiritual food in the Kingdom Hall!"

But still he shakes his head and says: "No, leave me alone! I have been stumbled and I want to stay out here!"

The point to this illustration is that many use this expression "I was stumbled" or "they were stumbled" like its a special label that will give them "carte blanche" not to have to do the necessary things required to gain Jehovah's approval.

A brother had a beautiful large drawing of the inside of a cabbage - how it is viewed when you cut it in half. When you view it, you see the core and the leaves growing outward from it. The tough leaves are on the outside; the tender ones, on the inside. Once in a while you will see a leaf that looks rusty. This is because it no longer gets nourishment from the core. The core represents Jehovah's organization. The leaves are the publishers. The outer, tough leaves are the mature ones who had been in the truth many years. The leaves on the inside are the newer ones who are protected by the outer 'leaves'. The rusty leaves are those who stopped feeding from the "food" coming from the core - they stop associating, studying, etc. and so turned RUSTY.

A British publication once offered a prize for the best definition of a friend. Among the thousands of answers received were the following:

"One who multiplies joys, divides grief, and whose honesty is inviolable."

"One who understands our silence."

"A volume of sympathy bound in cloth."

"A watch that beats true for all time and never runs down."

The winning definition read: "A friend is the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out."

Isn't it amazing what Jehovah has accomplished

Only by Jehovah's Spirit could only such a thing come to be 

To have No Barriers in our Love for one another 

What a Witness for the World to see

 

Isn't it mind boggling with all our different Languages? 

In agreement we all speak

Where race, background and station of life doesn't matter 

And when a disaster occurs, your brothers are there 1st 

And ready for the task to meet

 

Isn't it Fantastic to have so many brothers and sisters?

That you can depend on

Whether it be spiritual support, a helping hand, encouragement 

And many more, too numerous to relate 

To the world its unbelievable that no matter where we are

Internationally with our brother we are at home

Aren't we happy with our international brotherhood? We have put our stake

 

Oh how pleasant the unity we have among us

Because of Jehovah God we serve 

Let this mighty throng help us 

Not from Jehovah, never to swerve 

Psalms 133:1

In an engine-room it is impossible to look into the great boiler and see how much water it contains.

But running up beside it is a tiny glass tube, which serves as a gauge. As the water stands in the little tube, so it stands in the great boiler. When the tube is half full, the boiler is half full; when the tube is empty the boiler is empty.

 

How do you know you love God?

Look at the gauge: Your love for your brother is the measure of your love for God.

Some people don't like to eat raspberries because they don't like the seeds, but if you really LOVE raspberries, you won't really notice them.

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