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Hasta en el caso de los ancianos cristianos se suscitan discusiones acaloradas. (Compárese con Hechos 15:37-39.) En tales ocasiones, las disculpas logran mucho bien. ¿De qué ayuda dispone el anciano, u otro cristiano, si le cuesta pedir perdón? La clave es la humildad. El apóstol Pedro dio este consejo: “Cíñanse con humildad mental los unos para con los otros”. (1 Pedro 5:5.) Es cierto que en la mayoría de las disputas ambos implicados comparten la culpa, pero el cristiano humilde se preocupa por sus propias deficiencias y está dispuesto a admitirlas. (Proverbios 6:1-5.) Quien recibe las disculpas ha de aceptarlas con humildad. Para ilustrarlo, supongamos que dos hombres que se hallan en lo alto de dos montañas han de comunicarse. Hay demasiada distancia para hablar. Pero si uno de ellos desciende al valle y el otro lo imita, logran conversar con facilidad. Así mismo, si dos cristianos tienen que resolver sus diferencias, cada uno debe tener la humildad de bajar al encuentro del otro en el valle, por así decirlo, y presentar las excusas oportunas. (1 Pedro 5:6.) 

The man huddled on the cabin floor was slowly freezing to death. It was high in the Rockies in southwestern Alberta, and outside a blizzard raged. John Elliott had logged miles that day through the deep snows of the mountain passes. As he checked for avalanches and as dusk and exhaustion overcame him he had decided to "hole-up." He made it wearily to his cabin but somewhat dazed with fatigue, he did not light a fire or remove his wet clothing. As the blizzard blasted through the cracks in the old cabin walls, the sleeping forest ranger sank into oblivion, paralyzed by the pleasure of the storm's icy caress. Suddenly, however, his dog sprang into action, and with unrelenting whines, finally managed to rouse his near-comatose friend. The dog was John's constant companion, a St. Bernard, one of a long line of dogs famous for their heroics in times of crisis. "If that dog hadn't been with me, I'd be dead today," John Elliott says. "When you're freezing to death you actually feel warm all over, and don't wake up because it feels too good."

This moving story illustrates the spiritual condition of many people. They are cold spiritually, and sadly oblivious to their true condition. Thank Jehovah for all the ways in which He arouses such sleepers. He sends elders or other brothers to nudge them awake. Sometimes the methods used to awaken them are drastic, but always for their good. Let us not imagine that because He shakes us, He therefore hates us. He awakens us from lethargy because He loves us, and wants to save us.

A small child waits, thumb in mouth, doll in hand, with some impatience, the arrival home of a parent. She wishes to relate some small sandbox experience. She is excited to share the thrill she has known that day. The time comes the parent arrives. Beaten down by the stresses of the workplace the parent so often says to the child, 'Not now, honey. I'm busy, go watch television.' The most often spoken words in many American households, 'I'm busy, go watch television.' If not now, when? 'Later.' But later rarely comes.

Years go by and the child grows. We give her toys and clothes. We give her designer clothes and a stereo but we do not give her what she wants most, our time. She's fourteen, her eyes are glassy; she's into something. 'Honey, what's happening? Talk to me, talk to me.' Too late. Too late. Love has passed us by.

When we say to a child, 'Not now, later.' When we say, 'Go watch TV'; when we say, 'Don't ask so many questions'; when we fail to give our young people the one thing they require of us, our time; when we fail to love a child; we are not uncaring. We are simply too busy to love a child.

Some children walk the high road

While others tread the low,

A parent's life determines

Which way a child will go.

The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.

"Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?" Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.

$2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself."

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her piggy bank and counted out 55 cents. After dinner, she unset the table and helped do the washing up, and next day she went to the neighbour and asked Mrs. McJames if she could dig up dandelions for 50 cents.

At last she had enough money to buy the necklace. Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, to the shops, to kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took themoff was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.Mother said if they get wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?""Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls.""Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess --- the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favourite." "That's okay, honey. Daddyloves you. Good night."And he kissed her on the forehead.About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll.My brand new one. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her bed.""That's okay. Sleep well, little one. Daddy loves you." And, as always he gave her forehead a gentle kiss.A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.

"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?" Jenny didn't say anything, but lifted her little hand up to her daddy and when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "here,Daddy. It's for you." With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached outwith one hand to take the costume necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.

He had had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the fake stuff so he could give her a genuine treasure.

And so it is, with our Heavenly Father Jehovah.

He is waiting for us to give up the cheapthings in our lives so that he can give us a beautiful treasure.Isn't Jehovah God good? Are you holding onto things that Jehovah God wants you to let go of? Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary friends, relationships, habits and activities that you have become soattached to that it seems impossible to let go?

Sometimes, it is so hard to see what is in the other hand, but do believe this one thing: Jehovah will never ask you to give up something without giving you something better in it

"Crowd pressures have unconsciously conditioned our minds and feet to move to the rhythmic drumbeat of the status quo. Many voices and forces urge us to choose the path of least resistance, and bid us never to fight for an unpopular cause and never to be found in a minority of two or three."

Consider the example of a baby trying to stand up and take its first wobbly steps. Rare is the infant who can learn to stand and walk about freely in a single day. As babes, all of us probably tried and failed many times before we finally achieved a measure of success in walking. What would have happened if upon falling for the first time, we had decided to stop trying? We might still be crawling around on out hands and knees! Persistence is essential for reaching worthwhile goals and gaining corresponding increases in skills and self-respect. As the saying goes, "Winners never quit, and quitters never win." Thus, we need stick-to-itiveness. 

Among the apostles, the one absolutely stunning success was Judas, and the one thoroughly groveling failure was Peter. Judas was a success in the ways that most impress us: he was successful both financially and politically. He cleverly arranged to control the money of the apostolic band; he skillfully manipulated the political forces of the day to accomplish his goal. And Peter was a failure in ways that we most dread: he was impotent in a crisis and socially inept. At the arrest of Jesus he collapsed, a hapless, blustering coward; in the most critical situations of his life with Jesus he said the most embarrassingly inappropriate things. He was not the companion we would want with us in time of danger, and he was not the kind of person we would feel comfortable with at a social occasion.

Time, of course, has reversed our judgments on the two men. Judas is now a byword for betrayal, and Peter is one of the most honored names in the world. Judas is a villain; Peter is a hero. Yet the world continues to chase after the successes of Judas: financial wealth and political power, and to defend itself against the failures of Peter, impotence and ineptness.

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