Monday, February 28, 2011

The Fisherman's Club

Following is a story from the following website  http://www.nathan.co.za/story.asp?PageID=168

Please visit the website if you are a Christian.

The Fisherman's Club


Now it came to pass that a group existed who called themselves fishermen. And there were many fish in the waters all around. In fact the whole area was surrounded by streams and lakes filled with fish. And the fish were hungry.
Week after week, month after month, and year after year, those who called themselves fishermen met in meetings and talked about their call to fish, the abundance of fish, and how they might go about fishing. Year after year they carefully defined what fishing means, defended fishing as an occupation, and declared that fishing is always to be a primary task of fishermen.

These fishermen built large, beautiful buildings for local fishing headquarters. The plea was that everyone should be a fisherman and every fisherman should fish. One thing they didn't do however, they didn't fish. 

In addition to meeting regularly, they organized out fishermen to other places where there were many fish. The board was formed by those who had the great vision and courage to speak about fishing, to define fishing, to promote the idea of fishing in faraway streams and lakes where many other fish of different colors lived. Also the board hired staffs and appointed committees and held many meetings to define fishing, to defend fishing, to decide what new streams should be thought about. But the staff and committee members did not fish.
Large, elaborate, and expensive training centers were built whose original and primary purpose was to teach fishermen how to fish. Over the years courses were offered on the needs of fish, the nature of fish, how to define fish, the psychological reactions of fish, and how to approach and feed fish. Those who taught had doctorates in "fishology". But the teachers did not fish. They only taught fishing.
Further, the fishermen built large printing houses to publish fishing guides. Presses were kept busy day and night to produce materials solely devoted to fishing methods, equipment and programs, to arrange and encourage meetings, to talk about fishing. A speakers' bureau was also provided to schedule special speakers on the subject of fishing.
After one stirring meeting on "The Necessity of Fishing", one young fellow left the meeting and went fishing. The next day he reported that he had caught two outstanding fish. He was honored for his excellent catch and scheduled to visit all the big meetings possible to tell how he did it. So he quit his fishing in order to have time to tell about the experience to the other fishermen. He was also placed on the Fishermen's General Board as a person having considerable experience.
Now it's true that many of the fishermen sacrificed and put up with all kinds of difficulties. Some lived near the water and bore the smell of dead fish. They received the ridicule of some who made fun of their fishermen's clubs and the fact that they claimed to be fishermen yet never fished. They wondered about those who felt it was of little use to attend and talk about fishing. After all, were they not following the Master who said, "Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men" (Matt. 4:19)?
Imagine how hurt some were when one day a person suggested that those who didn't fish were not really fishermen, no matter who much they claimed to be. Is a person a fisherman if, year after year he never catches a fish? Is one following, if he isn't fishing?

Friday, February 25, 2011

Miiracle in the Mail

Last night I received in the mail an envelope with Matthew 4:19 written on it as well as my name and address.  Inside there was a card with Matthew 5:8 written in it.  There was also a money order for $300!!!!

I think Jesus sent me some money through one of his Disciples!

What do you think I should do with the money?

Should I buy something I have always wanted?

Should I buy something that we need?

Should I invest it?

Should I put it in savings?

Should I pay it forward?

Let me know what you think.  Leave you comment here or on www.MaryJanesFarm.org

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Coffee and Mormon Tea


While surfing around at Mary Jane's Farm Farmgirl Connection this morning, I came across a post about Camp Coffee.  The discussion sent my mind into the back recesses of my memory.  I remember as a child that coffee played an important role in my life.

My mother was a devoted coffee drinker.  She woke every morning at 4:30 a.m.  She would make her coffee, pour it into a favorite teacup, and add a scant teaspoon of sugar to sweeten the drink.  Her habit was to sit at the tablecloth covered kitchen table and sip on the coffee as if it were the finest cup of tea in England.  She would cross her left leg over her right leg and bounce her foot as if she was counting the moments of peace she was experiencing.

I was always interested in my mothers coffee habit.  We, as children, were never allowed to taste it.  She explained that coffee was an adult drink and was not suitable for children. If, on a rare occasion, we woke early enough to join her, Mother would make us a drink she called "Mormon Tea".  It was really warm milk with a drop of vanilla and sugar as a sweetener.  She would often have a cookie or some other treat to dip into the sweet nectar. On these occasions, we were made to feel like we were a very special child in her life.

I found out later that "Mormon Tea" is actually a drink made from steeping the fresh or dried stems of the Ephreda plant, which grew native in the Salt Lake Valley, when the LDS church settled there in the early 1800's.  The Native Americans used Ephedra Tea to sooth stomach and bowel disorders, to treat colds, fevers and headaches.  The twigs were often dried, powdered and used in a poultice for the treatment of burns or sores.  Ephedra is a stimulant and produces the same effect as adreniline. The Ephedra nevadensis Wats., family Ephedraceae plant grows throughout the southwestern United States and Mexico. It is found in deserts and on dry mountain sides.  My mother's version was probably much tastier than the original version, though I don't know if it had all of the healing abilities of it's predecessor.

My mother's daughter has grown into a grown woman.  That grown woman occasionally enjoys a nice cup of coffee with a drop of cream and pinch of artificial sweetener.  I do not ever rise at 4:30 a.m. I do not sip coffee from a teacup or bounce my crossed leg in the fashion of my mother.  Many of the habits that made her who she was have gone with her to eternal glory.  One thing she did leave with me is the realization that she had been training me to be an adult throughout my childhood.  She did it with purpose.  She did it with love.  She did it with a cup of coffee, sipped out of a teacup like it was the finest tea in England.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

100 Visitors Blog Giveaway Winner

Jessie aka CRsHelpmeet from Mary Jane's Farm is the winner of the 100 Visitors Blog Giveaway.  Jessie will be receiving her Pink Depression Glass Saucer in the mail very soon!

Keep an eye on our blog for more giveaways and special discounts.

Coming Soon!  Sylvia's Tea Party Handmade Dolls!