Decizie istorica: Donald Trump recunoaste Ierusalimul drept capitala a Israelului Decizie istorica: Donald Trump recunoaste Ierusalimul drept capitala a Israelului

Presedintele american, Donald Trump, a anuntat, miercuri seara, ca recunoaste orasul Ierusalim drept capitala a Israelului.

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El a afirmat ca decizia constituie “o noua abordare” in efortul de solutionare a conflictului israelo-palestinian.

Donald Trump a argumentat ca in ultimele decenii presedintii Statelor Unite au evitat, din diverse ratiuni, sa recunoasca Ierusalimul drept capitala a Israelului.

“Fiecare presedinte american a refuzat sa mute Ambasada SUA la Ierusalim si sa recunoasca Ierusalimul drept capitala a Israelului, considerand ca amanarile vor contribui la avansarea procesului de pace. Insa, dupa 20 de ani, constat ca nu ne apropiem de obtinerea pacii intre Israel si palestinieni.

Am decis ca a venit momentul sa recunosc Ierusalimul ca fiind capitala Israelului. Alti presedinti americani au facut aceasta promisiune in campanie, dar nu au onorat-o. Astazi, eu onorez promisiune”, a afirmat Donald Trump.

Liderul de la Casa Alba a anuntat ca activat un document executiv din anul 1995 prin care Statele Unite asumau angajamentul de a muta Ambasada din Israel de la Tel Aviv la Ierusalim. De asemenea, Donald Trump a ordonat Departamentului de Stat sa initieze pregatirile pentru mutarea Ambasadei SUA la Ierusalim.

“Consider ca aceste decizii sunt in sensul celor mai bune interese ale Statelor Unite ale Americii si in sensul continuarii eforturilor de pace intre Israel si palestinieni. (…) Orasul Ierusalim este una dintre cele mai sensibile probleme.

Reafirm angajamentul Administratiei mele pentru procesul de pace. Vom obtine pacea, pacea nu este niciodata imposibil de obtinut”, a subliniat Donald Trump, indemnand liderii din Orientul Mijlociu sa initieze eforturi active pentru pace.

Marti, presedintele SUA a discutat telefonic cu premierul Israelului, Benjamin Netanyahu, cu regele Abdullah al Iordaniei si cu presedintele Autoritatii Palestiniene, Mahmud Abbas si i-a anuntat ca intentioneaza sa recunoasca Ierusalimul ca fiind capitala Israelului.

Autoritatea Palestiniana, tari musulmane si Rusia avertizasera Statele Unite sa nu transfere Ambasada de la Tel Aviv la Ierusalim. Si Uniunea Europeana l-a indemnat pe Donald Trump sa evite decizia de a transfera Ambasada americana de la Tel Aviv la Ierusalim, argumentand ca o astfel de manevra va genera “efecte grave”.

 

Sursa: http://m.ziare.com/donald-trump/donald-trump-recunoaste-ierusalimul-drept-capitala-a-israelului-1492120

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De poţi să nu-ţi pierzi capul, când toţi în jurul tău
Şi l-au pierdut pe-al lor găsindu-ţi ţie vină,
De poţi, atunci când toţi te cred nedemn şi rău
Să nu-ţi pierzi nici-o clipă încrederea în tine
De poţi s-aştepţi oricât fără să-ţi pierzi răbdarea
De rabzi să fii minţit, fără ca tu să minţi
Sau când hulit de oameni, tu nu cu răzbunarea
Să vrei a le răspunde, dar nici prin rugăminţi.

De poţi visa, dar fără să te robeşti visării
De poţi gândi, dar fără să-ţi faci din asta un ţel,
De poţi să nu cazi pradă nicicând exasperării
Succesul şi dezastrul primindu-le la fel,
De poţi să-auzi cuvântul rostit cândva de tine
Răstălmăcit de oameni, ciuntit şi prefăcut,
De poţi să-ţi vezi idealul distrus şi din ruine,
Să-l reclădeşti cu-ardoarea fierbinte din trecut.

De poţi risca pe-o carte întreaga ta avere
Şi tot ce-ai strâns o viaţă să pierzi într-un minut,
Şi-atunci, fără a scoate o vorbă de durere
Să-ncepi agoniseala cu calm, de la-nceput
Iar dacă trupul tău, uzat şi obosit
Îl vei putea forţa să-ţi mai slujească încă
Numai prin străşnicia voinţei tale şi astfel,
Să steie peste veacuri aşa cum stă o stâncă.

De poţi vorbi mulţimii fără să minţi şi dacă,
Te poţi plimba cu regii, fără a te-ngâmfa
De nici amici, nici duşmani nu pot vre-un rău să-ţi facă
Pentru că doar dreptatea e călăuza ta,
Şi dacă ştii să umpli minuta trecătoare,
Să nu pierzi nici-o filă din al vieţii tom,
Al tău va fi Pământul, cu bunurile-i toate,
Şi mai presus de toate – vei fi un OM, copilul meu !

 Sursa internet: By Rudyard Kipling

Arta de-a învinge

Să ai curajul să spui da

Să ai curajul să spui nu
Şi-n fiecare clipă grea
Să fii mereu, acelaşi Tu !
Să ştii să crezi
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VERSETUL DE LA MIJLOCUL BIBLIEI

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“Mai bine este să cauţi un adăpost în Domnul, decât să te încrezi în om” (Psalmul 118:8)

Psalmul 117 este cel mai scurt capitol din Biblie. Psalmul 119 este cel mai lung. În Biblie există 594 de capitole înainte de Psalmul 118 şi 594 de capitole după Psalmul 118 -1.188 de capitole în total. Acest număr poate fi împărţit în 118-8, sau Psalmul 118:8. Se ştie că împărţirea pe capitole a Bibliei nu face parte din textul original al Scripturii, dar nu-i aşa că este interesant ce rezultat a dat acest mic exerciţiu cu versete? Sau oare Dumnezeu a intenţionat să fie aşa? Iar dacă este aşa, nu ar trebui ca versetul central al Bibliei să conţină tema principală a Bibliei? Aşa şi este: “Mai bine este să cauţi un adăpost în Domnul, decât să te încrezi în om”.

În Psalmul 118;”psalmistul îşi aduce aminte de şapte motive pentru care Dumnezeu este demn de încredere:

a) “În mijlocul strâmtorării am chemat pe Domnul: Domnul m-a ascultat şi m-a scos la larg” (v. 5);

b) “Domnul este de partea mea, nu mă tem de nimic: ce pot să-mi facă nişte oameni?” (v. 6);

c) “Domnul este ajutorul meu, şi mă bucur când îmi văd împlinită dorinţa faţă de vrăjmaşii mei” (v. 7);

d) “Nu voi muri, ci voi trăi, şi voi povesti lucrările Domnului” (v. 17);

e) “Domnul m-a pedepsit, da, dar nu m-a dat pradă morţii” (v. 18);

f) “Aceasta este ziua pe care a făcut-o Domnul: să ne bucurăm şi să ne veselim în ea!” (v. 24);

g) “Lăudaţi pe Domnul, căci este bun, căci în veac ţine îndurarea Lui!” (v. 29).

 

 

Biblia, cartea de căpătâi a creştinismului, are încă multe enigme pentru cercetători. 

Despre Biblie se stie ca:

– e cea mai citita, dar si cumparata carte din toate timpurile;

– a mentionat forma Pamantului inainte ca acest lucru sa fie aflat in timpul marilor descoperiri. Informatia se gaseste in Isaia 40:22;

– cea mai mica Biblie tiparita are 2 cm grosime, 4.5 cm lungime si 3.2 cm latime, dar si 20 gr si 878 pagini. Din cauza acestor dimensiuni trebuie citita cu lupa

Cea mai tulburătoare experiența  

 

Am fost sunat intr-o zi sa m-a rog pentru un Bebeluș născut prematur căruia doctorii nu-i mai dădeau nicio șansa. M-am dus, am deschis Biblia, am citit un text pentru binecuvântarea acelui copil și am știut in inima mea ca nu va muri, ci va trai. Deși avea septicemie, respira prin aparate și era hrănit prin perfuzie, deja de a doua zi de după rugăciune septicemia a început să scadă pana a trecut de tot, a început să mănânce lăpticul de la mama lui și a început să respire singur.
Vestea miracolului s-a răspândit in tot spitalul, acolo erau și alți copii in aceeași situație. O mama a venit la mama copilașului vindecat de Dumnezeu și a cerut sa vina din nou preotul care s-a rugat pentru copilaș. I s-a spus ca va veni cu mare drag doar ca nu e preot, ci pastor. Mama copilului bolnav s-a schimbat la fata și a zis ca nu mai are nevoie de pastor. Ea ar fi dorit un preot, doar ca nu știe niciunul.
Am stat și m-am gândit că acest caz seamănă cu cazul unei familii de arabi care a venit la mare intr-o țara europeană împreuna cu fiica lor. Fata s-a aventurat in larg unde a obosit sa mai înoate si dădea sa se înece. Salvamarii au vrut sa o salveze dar nu au fost lăsați de părinți, care s-au lupta sa-i oprească timp in care fata lor se îneca. Nu le-au dat voie sa o salveze pentru ca religia le interzicea sa își lase fata virgina atinsa de niște străini.
Ce diferența este între acești oameni și mama care nu a vrut sa cheme un pastor sa se roage pentru copilasul ei deși acesata putea fi singura lui șansa? A preferat sa își asume riscul de a-și vedea copilul murind decât sa cheme un om, care se închina aceluiași Dumnezeu, sa se roage pentru el conform Bibliei și sa-l unga cu untdelemn cum spune Apostolul Iacov.
Religiozitatea e periculoasa, secole de-a rândul romanii au fost spălați pe creier că “sectanții” sunt răi, că doar ortodocșii sau alții ajung in cer. Ca acolo vor fi doar ei, iar alții care se numesc altfel decât ei nu au loc nici măcar morți in același cimitir cu ei. Dragilor, vreau sa va anunț ca in Cer vor fi creștini care nu și-au zis în niciun fel, ci doar urmași ai lui Cristos. A ajuns sa ne dezbine orice. Dacă scrii cu doi de “i” numele de Isus e bine pentru unii și rău pentru alții, dacă pui cruce pe Biserica e bine pentru unii și rău pentru alții. De unde atâta tulburare și dezbinare între noi?
Wrumbrand povestea că mai mulți pastori și preoți de mai multe feluri au fost băgați in vremea comunismului in aceeași celula. Ura dintre ei era mai mare decât între criminali băgați in aceeași celula. Nu vorbeau și nu se ajutau până când după 6 luni au început să se împrietenească și apoi făceau slujbe împreuna și chiar se împărtășeau cu trupul și sângele lui Cristos simbolizate nici măcar prin vin si pâine că nu aveau, ci cu apa și cu mămăligă. Bucuria lor apoi a fost de nedescris. Clipele acelea au fost cele mai frumoase pentru mulți dintre ei față de restul detenției lor când au fost despărțiți.
Atât caut la oamenii din jurul meu, sa-L văd pe Cristos în ei. Și cum aflu acest lucru? Prin bunătatea din ei, prin roadele lor bune, prin lipsa lor de viclenie. Biblia spune că religia adevarata este cea in care orfanul și văduva sunt ajutați și în care omul nu-și înșeală inima păcătuind împotriva cugetului.
Dumnezeu să ne ajute să ne unim sub Cristos Domnul nostru, și nu sub oameni care ne doresc dezbinarea, care, ca și fariseii mustrați de Cristos, pun poveri pe umerii oamenilor dar ei nici cu un deget nu le ridica.
Doamne ajuta!
Tony Berbece

THE HISTORY OF FIFTY-SEVEN CENTS

Historical Notes:  This sermon was delivered by Russell Conwell to his Grace Baptist (Temple) Church congregation in 1912. The portrait referred to in the text is the property of the current Baptist Temple congregation which is located in Blue Bell, PA. An image of the portrait can be found at the end of this sermon. The Samaritan Hospital referred to in the text is now the Temple University Hospital. The Baptist Temple building referred to in the text is  on the Temple campus and was renovated to become the University’s Performing Arts Center. The Wiatt Mite Society house referred to in the text was replaced by a new University building some time ago.

“THE HISTORY OF FIFTY-SEVEN CENTS”

Sermon By Russell H. Conwell

Sunday Morning, December 1, 1912.

We are here to unveil this picture of Hattie May Wiatt, a little girl who died in 1886. Years have gone rapidly by, but she still speaks. We intend to put this picture in the pastor’s study, in the most prominent place, and keep it there through the years to come, that people as they pass through may ask: “What meaneth that picture?” And the story, simple and wonderful, may be told.

Little Hattie May Wiatt lived in a house near the church in which we then worshipped, at Berks and Mervine, which is now occupied by the Christian Church. It was a small church and was crowded, tickets of admission were obtained sometimes weeks in advance for every service. The Sunday school was as crowded as the rest of the congregation, and one day when I came down to the church, to attend Sabbath school, I found a number of children outside. They were greatly disturbed because they could not get in, on account of the crowd of children already in the Sunday school rooms of the church, and little Hattie May Wiatt, who lived near by, had brought her books and a contribution, and was standing by the gate, hesitating whether to go back home or wait and try to get in later. I took her up in my arms, lifted her to my shoulder, and then as she held on to my head – an embrace I never can forget – I carried her through the crowd in the hall, into the Sunday school room, and seated her in a chair away back in a dark corner. The next morning as I came down to the church from my home I came by their house and she was going up the street to school. As we met, I said: “Hattie, we are going to have a larger Sunday school room soon”, and she said: “I hope you will. It is so crowded that I am afraid to go there alone”. “Well”, I replied, “When we get the money with which to erect a school building we are going to construct one large enough to get all the little children in, and we are going to begin very soon to raise the money for it”. It was only in my mind as a kind of imaginary vision, but I wished to make conversation with the child. The next that I heard about it was that Hattie was very sick, and they asked me to come in and see the child, which I did, and prayed with her. I walked up the street, praying for the little girl’s recovery, and yet all the time with the conviction that it was not to be.

Hattie May Wiatt died. She had gathered 57 cents – some have written 54 – which was left as her contribution towards securing another building for the children. After the funeral the mother handed me the little bag with the gathered 57 cents. I took it to the church and stated that we had the first gift toward the new Sunday school building; that little Hattie May Wiatt, who had gone on into the Shining World, had left behind her this gift towards it. I then changed all the money into pennies and offered them for sale. I received about $250 for the 57 pennies; and 54 of those cents were returned to me by the people who bought them. I then had them put in a frame where they could be seen and exhibited them, and we received by a sale of the $250 changed into pennies money enough to buy the next house north of the church at Berks and Mervine. That house was bought by the Wiatt Mite Society, which was organized for the purpose of taking the 57 cents and enlarging on them sufficiently to buy the property for the Primary Department of the Sunday school. In the Wiatt Mite Society was Mr. Edward O. Elliott ( now one of our trustees) who has charge of this picture, and was then a member.

Then when the crowd became so great we could no longer get in there, the thought impressed itself upon our congregation, “We ought to have a larger church and a larger Sunday school room”. Faith in God was the characteristic of this people, and they said, “We can do it”, notwithstanding the fact that the church had a mortgage on it then, I think, of $30,000, and that we had no money in advance. Yet the conviction was strong that we ought to build a larger church, and some ventured so far, though then it seemed absurd, to say that we might “build on Broad Street somewhere”. But the Wiatt Mite Society, using the influence of Hattie May Wiatt’s first deposit, raised the money to pay, as I said, for the house, and then the undertaking was before us, whether we would go out and try to build a large church. I walked over to see Mr. Baird, who lived on the corner where the German Athletic Association now has its meetings, and asked him what he wanted for this lot on which the Temple now stands.

He said that he wanted $30,000. I told him that we had only 54 cents toward the $30,000, but that we were foolish enough to think that some time we would yet own that lot. Encouraged by what he said, and with no opposition on the part of the Board of Deacons, I went around again to talk with him, and asked him if he would not hold the lot for five years. Mr. Baird said: “I have been thinking this matter over and have made up my mind I will sell you that lot for $25,000, taking $5,000 less than I think it is worth, and I will take the 54 cents as the first payment and you may give me a mortgage for the rest at 5%. I went back and so reported to the church, and they said: “Well, we can raise more money that 54 cents”, but I went over and left the 54 cents with Mr. Baird and took a receipt for it as a part payment on the lot. Mr. Baird afterwards returned the 54 cents as another gift. Thus we bought the lot, and thus encouraged of God step by step, we went on constructing this building. We owed $109,000 when it was done, but we had courage and faith in God then. We could hardly have dreamed then that in the number of years that followed this people, without wealth, each giving only as he could afford from his earnings, could have paid off so great a debt without any outside help. The only outside help that we really received was from Mr. Bucknell. Although our church was then called the Grace Baptist Church, he was not willing that we should call the new building a church until the mortgage was paid. He gave us $10,000 on the condition that we call this building by some other name than the Grace Baptist Church, and that accounts for its being called The Temple instead of the Grace Church. Afterwards, when we did pay off the mortgage accounts, we dedicated the building and have a right now to call it whatever we choose, but after 21 years of being named as it is, there is no reason why we should change it, and there is no hope of doing so if we should undertake it. It will always be known as The Temple. I must state here also that in the house purchased by the sale of the 57 cents was organized The Temple University.

Now, giving simply that brief introduction to the history of Hattie May Wiatt, I wish to call your attention to two or three important lessons in connection with it:

Who are the really great of this world? Who are the mighty? Is it the king, the emperor, the president, the famous, estimated by the kingdom of heaven and on the books of God? How little we know. Our nation has given credit to Washington, to Jefferson, to Lafayette,t o the great Pitt of England, to the great generals and writers, and to great financiers like Morris, but there is one person hardly over mentioned in our history who had so much influence in our affairs that as a nation we ought to have her picture in every public hall and in every school; yet because she was a young woman she seems to have been lost to the sight of the world. That was the Princess Elizabeth, sister of Louis XVI, of France. That little woman who was a treasure of femine loveliness, with a heart as pure and bright as any that ever beat in the breast of woman; she who lived in the aristocracy of that time, but who plead for the starving, common people and protested again against Marie Antoinette’s use of the public money as she did at Versailles, and spent her life in charity and loving kindness. She laid the foundation for the victory of this nation. Those who read history know that we could not have hoped for freedom if Rochambeau had not come to this country, if the French had not indorsed us, and if the French had not fought England on the waters and lands of Europe while we were trying to fight our battles here. If it had not been for Yorktown and its surrender we could never have hoped to obtain our freedom from what was then the tyrannous king of England. Who sent Rochambeau, who used the influence that brought his coming about? In some of the correspndence of Benjamin Franklin, who represented us at the Court of France, we find that the princess, a lovely young woman, was well acquainted with him and liked to talk with him upon philosophy and upon American ideas. She served as a “go-between” with Franklin and the queen, who used her influence with the king; for Louis XVI reminds one of Henry Ward Beecher’s statement with reference to his church in Ohio, when he said: “It had only 19 members, 18 were women and the other one was nothing”. Louis XVI was really nothing, and Marie Antoinette was the power indeed behind the throne, and behind Marie Antoinette was the Princess Elizabeth. It was she who opened the way for Franklin to reach the ear of the king. It was she who went to the Prime Minister of France and secured from him the condemnation of the arms, which were sold for a few cents apiece to America, yet were just as good as the best made in the world. It was she who secured the influence of the king to declare war on England in order that he might help America to her liberty. It was that young woman, acting all the time with continued energy, with prayer as well as with her social influence as one of the royal family, who really secured to us our liberty. Yet how little is said of her. In the great records of the history of mankind she should occupy a leading place. When I think of that innocent, sweet woman going to the guillotine on that morning in the old cart, encouraging all the humbler ones in the cart with her to keep up t heir courage, to hold their faith in God and to believe in a future world; when I see that noble, patriotic martyr going to that great square where she was beheaded, I see one of the great martyrs of earth. Yet in history, I say, we find our nation remarkably silent concerning her. And so in the history of Hattie May Wiatt – the name is new to some of you. She was a school girl, living in one of the homes of the industrious, honorable, upright and saving classes of society, not of the wealthy and great, yet think how her life was used; think what God did with her and the great, yet think how her life was used; thaink what God did with her and the 54 cents that was used of hers. A glance at it would put many to shame. Think of this large church; think of the membership added to it – over 5600 – since that time. Think of the influence of its membership going out and spreading over the world. Think of the influence of the Sabbath school carried on in this great building for more than twenty years. Then think of the institutions this church founded. Think of the Samaritan Hospital and the thousands of sick people that have been cured there, and the thousands of poor that are ministered to every year. I received the report of the Samaritan Hospital for October last Saturday and find that during the month 2540 had visited the dispensary. By multiplying that by twelve to get the average for a year, we find that over 30,000 people every year go to the dispensary of that one hospital, and that does not include the inner wards for the poor or the private rooms. Then there is the other hopital, the Garrestson, also taken up by the poeple of this church. Without this church, it could never have been started. There they ministered in one single year to over 14,000 workmen, wounded and broken and dying. When we think, I say, of the ministrations of these hospitals that were started by the influence of this church and supported in the …. in the beginning by members of this church, what a long roll it is of the deeds of Christian kindness. Think of how in that Wiatt house were begun the very first classes of the Temple College. The Wiatt Mite Society provided the seats, the books and the teachers. Thus it began as an evening school, and it has gone on growing and developing through the years. That house, bought for 54 cents in the first place, was sold and the proceeds given to the Temple College in order that it might open on Park avenue, and when we moved out of the original church that was given bodily to the Temple College, and the college sold it to the Christian Church and used the money to erect a building next door to us on Broad Street. Think of the influence of that 57 cents just for a moment. Almost 80,000 young people have gone through the classes of the Temple University, and think where they are. A year ago we estimated that there were 500 young men and women in the business department who earned nothing before they went there and who, after six months’ instruction, were earning from $5 to $15 a week. Think of the added income, of the added comforts, which even the smallest departments had given, and then think of the Departments of Law, Medicine, Dentistry, Theology, Household Arts, the Normal School and the Teachers’ College – nearly 4000 are now going in and out its various doors in various parts of the city. Just estimate how they will go and teach thousands more, and how those thousands will in turn teach many thousands more in their lifetime; think how it sweeps the world in a century with one techer, multiplying himself or herself a hundred times, perhaps, nearly every year. Two years ago – the smallest year of that work, – we took statistics of the Temple University students to learn their religious connection, and, of course, we found all kinds of religions because it is an undenominational institution. We ascertained that 504 young men of all denominations were studying for the Gospel ministry, in a single year. Now, if we graduate – and certainly we do – at least a hundred a year into the ministry of the various denominations, think what must have come to pass in twenty years. Think of it – two thousand people preaching the Gospel because Hattie May Wiatt invested her 54 cents; because she laid the foundations and gave her life for it.

I wish I had time to extend these remarks until you could realize more than one can without details. But I want to draw one or two more lessons and at once. In the first place, the people had faith in God, and they went ahead, trusting Him, and He has followed all the way. He has kept and protected us through every step with great care, and the future is just as safe, certainly, as is the past. Hattie May Wiatt was being used to do a mighty work. We sometimes think that when a life stops in eight years, or in ten, it is a shortened life, and that it is a broken life, that it was never completed. But in God’s sight, every life is complete. Whether taken at eight, ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, or seventy years, every life is complete, when God takes it; hence, that is the case with the life of Hattie May Wiatt. Think of the sorrow that was in that home. I shall never forget the broken-hearted state of the family and friends who came to the funeral. Think of that mother sorrowing through all these years. I am making her heart more tender every moment as I speak, I am arousing within her the memory of those days which a mother can never forget. But Hattie died at the right time, she was called of God at exactly the moment when it was best for earth and for the kingdom to come that she should go. Her life was filled out, it was complete, and when we think of the influence of it upon the world, upon all the ages, we feel as though she was one of the greatest of earth who had accomplished that which leaders of armies had failed to do, and that which kings upon their thrones could not accomplish. Her life was just as long as any other.

The other thought that I would have dwelled upon if I had the time, is that being dead she yet speaks. Men may have powers of eloquence, they may sing with all the sweetness of angelic voices, and yet they may not speak as Hattie May Wiatt speaks tonight, as she will speak through your life as you go out and do differently from what you would have done if you had not been here. Hattie May Wiatt is speaking in tones of eloquence, sweet, divine and powerful, moving on upon the ages. Many men are counted great, many men are given credit for that which they do not do, but here is a life filled with motive power that sweeps on for all time. Twenty years and more have gone, and is she twenty years older in Heaven? When her mother meets her there will she be twenty years older than she was when she went?

When that little lad brought five loaves and two small fishes to be used of Christ for His great work of feeding the five thousand, it was precisely the same thing that Hattie May Wiatt did when she brought her 57 cents, and that lad and Hattie May Wiatt are now in the land on high. Does she see us? Yes, she does. It is one of the great comforts of life that every person is used of God, that every individual is loved just as closely and in careful detail as though he were the only person on this earth. Think of that, my brother, my sister, if there were not another person living on earth God could not take any more individual care of you than He now does. He sees and knows you; though you may think your life is humble, unknown, hidden, yet God sees all, and your life has probably just as great an influence for the uplift of mankind and the progress of His kingdom as has been the life of those who are seemingly great, seemingly famous in this world. There is no difference before God. The humblest of His Christian servants is doing just as much for His kingdom, when waiting, or doing faithfully their little duty, as are the seemingly great; and Hattie May Wiatt looks down from the towers of Heaven upon this world and sees all these myriads of powerful influences moving out upon the earth and shaping the course of the world beyond anything we can dream. She is happy on high with the thought that her life was so full, that it was so complete, that she lived really to be so old in the influences she threw upon this earth.

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Retyped from the publication of the sermon in The Temple Review, the weekly magazine of the Baptist Temple, v.21, no.7, December 19, 1912. Conwellana-Templana Collection/University Archives. Temple University Libraries.

Hattie May Wiatt

The portrait of Hattie May Wiatt appears by courtesy of the Baptist Temple Church in Blue Bell, Pennsylvania.

Ce poti cumpara cu 57 de centi? Cum e comportamentul tau?

 

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Am citit in saptamana aceasta o relatare despre o biserica din Filadelfia, USA, care a fost schimbata radical cu doar 57 de centi, adica cu doar 1,65 lei. Sa va spun si voua despre ce e vorba:

        Era o fetita pe care o chema Hattie May Wiatt, care intr-o zi statea pe strada in fata unei bisericute, duminica dimineata pt ca au dat-o afara din cauza ca la scoala duminicala nu mai aveau locuri din cauza aglomeratiei. “Nu pot merge la scoala duminicala” a bombanit ea in timp ce pastorul bisericii tocmai trecea pe acolo. A vazut infatisarea ei saracacioasa si hainele cu care era imbracata si si-a dat seama de ce nu avea loc la scoala. A luat-o de manuta si i-a gasit un loc la scoala duminicala. In acea seara cand Hattie May Wiatt s-a pus la culcare a inceput sa se gandeasca la toti copiii ca si ea care nu au un loc in care sa s einchine Domnului Isus. 2 ani mai tarziu Jenny a murit in apartamentul lor saracacios. Parintii l-au chemat pe pastorul bisericii sa se ocupe de ultimele aranjamente la inmormantare. In patul ei au gasit o posetuta uzata si rupta pe care o gasise la gunoi. In poseta erau 57 de centi (1,65 lei)  si un biletel scris de mana asa cum scriu copiii pe care se putea citea “Acesti bani sunt pentru a ajuta bisericuta noastra sa construiasca o cladire mai mare pentru ca cat mai multi copii sa poata merge la scoala duminicala”. Pot sa ma opresc aici sa sa predic o zi intreaga despre asta. Dar povestea devine si mai buna. Fetita a adunat acei bani timp de 2 ani de zile cu o inima plina de dragoste. Cand pastorul a citit biletul a stiut ce trebuie sa faca. A luat poseta, biletul la amvon si a spus aceasta poveste bisericii. I-a pus pe oameni sa daruiasca si sa ceara si altora sa daruiasca pt constructia unei cladiri mai mari. Dar nu se termina aici. Un ziar local a publicat povestea. Un agent imobiliar a citit articolul si a oferit o bucata de pamant. Dar biserica nu si-o putea permite. Cand a auzit ca bise nu are bani sa o cumpere le-a dat-o pe 57 de centi. Donatii au inceput sa vina din toata tara. In 5 ani cei 57 de centi s-au transformat in 2 mil 500 de dolari. Dragostea ei, a schimbat lucrurile.

         Daca vreodata o sa ajungeti in America Filadelfia, opriti-va la biserica baptista Templul care in prezent are 3.300 de membri. Uitati-va si la Universitatea Templul in care studiata peste 1000 de studenti. Treceti si pe la spitalul Bunul Samaritean si pe la cladirea scolii duminicale de 100 de locuri pt ca niciunui copil sa nu mai fie dat afara pe motiv ca nu mai sunt locuri. Intr-una dintre acele camere veti vedea un tablou al unei fetite ai carui 57 de centi au facut o diferenta.

        Ai o gandire materialista? O inima  impietrita si un comportament rebel? sau o gandire spirituala, o inima sensibila si un comportament supus si in ascultare de Domnul. Poti sa te uiti inapoi oricand vrei tu, si sa-ti para rau dupa lucrurile pe care le-ai lasat in urma dar…ai grija sa nu devi si tu o statuie a firii pamantesti. Scriptura ne indeamna sa avem ochii atintiti la capetenia si desavarsirea credintei noastre, adica la Isus care pentru bucuria care-i era pusa inainte a dispretuit lucrurile din lumea aceasta si a rabdat totul pt noi. Uita-te inainte. Nu e timp de uitat  inapoi.

 

Sursa: Internet: https://library.temple.edu/collections/scrc/hattie

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