The name of this beautiful song is called, *Nothing Can Compare* . Written
and composed by Rick Founds and Elton Smith. If you like this song and
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"Anyone who experiences an encounter with the Living God, will find
themselves asking the question that the Prophet Isaiah asked long ago......"To
whom then will you compare God? ......this Sovereign Lord who comes with
power.....who rules and rewards and yet attends his flock like a shepherd and
gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart.....who
measures the waters of the earth in the hollow of His hand and knows
exactally how much the mountains weigh? Who indeed can compare to Him?
The answer is the same today as it was then...."
NOTHING CAN COMPARE"!
(Isaiah 40:10-18)
                                  .......Rick Founds, October 21, 2002
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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year
grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his
step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly
grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult.  Peas rolled
off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the
tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.  "We must do
something about Grandfather," said the son.  "I've had enough of his spilled
milk, noisy eating and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate
alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.  Since Grandfather had
broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.  









When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear
in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were
sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the
father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.  He asked the
child sweetly, "What are you making?"  Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food from when I
grow up."  The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.






The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.  Then tears started
to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what
must be done.  That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently
led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every
meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to
care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever
listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see hate,
they will hate. If they see aggressiveness, they will be aggressive. If they see
fighting and cruelty, they will be cruel, if they see abuse, they will be abusers
because it's all they've ever known.








If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members,
treat our friends lovingly and give the elderly the respect they deserve, learn
humility  and be taught that hard work always pays off, they will imitate that
attitude for the rest of their lives.  

The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for
the child's future.  Let's be wise builders and role models.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the
father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.  He asked the
child sweetly, "What are you making?"  Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food from when I
grow up."  The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.






The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.  Then tears started
to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what
must be done.  That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently
led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every
meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to
care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the
father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.  He asked the
child sweetly, "What are you making?"  Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food from when I
grow up."  The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.






The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.  Then tears started
to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what
must be done.  That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently
led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every
meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to
care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
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