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InspirationalThey Were all WinnersAuthor; UnknownA few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, allphysically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100yard dash. At the sound of the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash,but with relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is except one boywho stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry.The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Theyall turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, "This will make it better." All ninelinked arms and walked across the finish line together.Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for severalminutes. People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deepdown we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winningfor ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if itmeans slowing down and changing our course.Atlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org2
InspirationalMrs. ThompsonJean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class onthe very first day of school in the fall and told the childrena lie. Like most teachers. She looked at her pupils and saidthat she loved them all the same, that she would treatthem all alike. That was impossible because there in frontof her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with theother children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath. Teddywas unpleasant. It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually takedelight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the Fat the top of the paper biggest of all.Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either. Atthe school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's recordsand put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. Hisfirst-grade teacher wrote. "Teddy is bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh." "He doeshis work neatly and has good manners. he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacherwrote, "Teddy is an excellent student well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third gradeteacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard, but his mother's death has been hard onhim. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life willsoon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote. "Teddyis withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends andsometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem."By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It wasall she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began andshe was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard. Her children brought her presents,all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped inthe heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it inthe middle of the presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full ofcologne. She stiffled the children's laughter, when she exclaimed how pretty the braceletwas, putting it on, and a dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like mymom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour.Atlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org3
InspirationalOn that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they called "Teddy".As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, thefaster he responded.On days where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would rememberthat cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in theclass and .well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love allher children the same. A year later she found a note from Teddy, telling her that of all theteachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years went by before shegot another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, had stuckwith it, and would graduate with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she wasstill his favorite teacher of all time.Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things hadbeen tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that shewas still his favorite teacher, but now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed,Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring.Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had dieda couple of years ago and he was wondering. well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in thepew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet,the one with several rhinestones missing and I bet that on that special day, Jean Thompsonsmelled just like . well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on theirlast Christmas together.The Moral: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life by youractions or lack of action. Consider this fact as you teach your children each day.www.actof kindness.orgAtlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org4
InspirationalThe Cover upbyRhonda Rhea"If we confess our sins, he is faithful to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9)Something was wrong at school. Very wrong. It was only the bravery of Andrew thatfinally brought resolution. Of course, he was that same person who actually caused the situation in the first place. Nevertheless, he snapped into action, mustered up no small amountof courage and, yes, he CLEANED OUT HIS LOCKER!People teared up as they walked by. It wasn't emotion over his bravery. It was somesort of gray fog that was looming over the locker. The stench was causing the paint topeel.The cleaning process was an adventure- maybe it was more of an excavation. No,excavation isn't a strong enough word either. It was more like a hostile confrontation. Hemight have been better prepared for the battle if it were a military school locker. Still, Ithink we'd all be pretty amazed, if not thoroughly grossed out, at the spoils of war a 9thgrader can acquire when he resolves to clean his locker. "So there's that Government report." "Hey, I remember when these shoes fit!"Andrew continued the onslaught on his locker until he finally sniffed out the enemy.He found it sandwiched between a couple of stiff, brown socks. (Hey, wait a minute! I onlybuy him white socks). It was one of those frozen pocket sandwiches. Needless to say, it wasno longer frozen. It's safe to say that it was no longer a sandwich either. It was green andpurple and slimy- the part that was still there, that is. Half of it was gone-even though hehadn't ever eaten any of it.Once he peeled away the socks, the stench moved the battle into more of a chemicalwarfare mode. Even after Andrew hauled off the slime pocket, the stench didn't seem tounderstand that its instigator was gone. The gray fog still loomed. So Andrew fought thechemical battle the way most 9th grade guys fight the battle- something like Mold-zillameets High Karate Kid.Atlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org5
InspirationalIsn't that how we treat sin sometimes? We ignore it until it just won't be ignoredanymore. And then we try to cover it over by "over-cologning" it. We excuse it as a littleboo-boo, an error in judgment, or "just part of my personality." What we really need to dois recognize that stench for what it is: sin. Then we need to hose out the locker of our livesand start fresh.Jesus is the only one who can clean up the stench. "If we confess our sins, he isfaithful to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) Yes, HEcan purify even the stuff we've left growing all semester.Covering over our sin gets us nowhere. Proverbs 28:13 says, "He who conceals his sinsdoes not prosper, but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy." He finds mercy.In some analogies, he may even find a science project.Atlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org6
InspirationalOut of Harm's WayThere we were fifty 10-year-old boys in the Minnesota midwinter cold, packed on a school bus headed for the downtown YMCA to go swimming.I can still sense the excitement, the “can hardly wait” anticipation. These were the daysof owning the world.We soon arrived at the YMCA. Out of the bus, we ran through the cold, keepingup with each other’s speed, into the sounds and wet warmth of the building. We couldsmell the pool. We could hear it echo to us as we tore off our parkas, our boots, shirtsand pants.I can still feel it. The event we had been waiting for, since Mrs. Elmquist announced it, five weeks ago. All there was to do now was run. And run we did. We actually flew into the water. I guess we never heard the commands to slow down, to wait forthe teacher in charge, or to walk around to the other end of the pool where the depthwas a reasonable three feet.I couldn’t swim and was instantly under the heaviness of water at the deep end ofthe pool. I knew I was drowning. I had heard that one would surface three times. Afterthe third gasp above water, down I would go, never to surface again.Boy, was I scared. I surfaced for the first time. It was bright and noisy. I thoughtof yelling for help, but could not. Something inside stopped me. I sank again and resurfaced. Once more I thought it wise to yell “HELP”, but could not. They also say that onthe third time under, you will see your life pass before your eyes and indeed I felt likemine did. My short life, only 10 years old, did not take long to pass. It didn’t have toomuch to say. I committed to yell for help, on this the third rising.All of the sudden, I felt a curved hooking devise around my belly, lifting me clearout of the water and very gently placing me on the side of the pool. I never had achance to meet my resolve and to finally ask for help. Still now, after 45 years of life,I have needed the help of others often and asked for it seldom.And yet I know that the hand of God surely curves aroundme, holds me strongly,and gently and places me on theside, out of harm's way.-Dave JassCourtesy of Inspirational Christian Stories & PoemsAtlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org7
InspirationalThe Never Ending CallThe boy walked along the ocean shore trying not to stray.He looked up to his Father saying, “Dad I want to play.”His Father looked upon him, with love showing in his eyes.“Do what you want to, my son but do not leave my side.”“I would never leave you daddy, I love you way too much.”But the boy took a step away, out of his father’s range of touch.He walked through the surf, the waves tickling one toe.“If I take one more step in," he thought; “Father will never know.”His father called out to him, “Son, to me remain true.”The boy thought with glee at the moment; “I don’t need you.”His Father felt sadness, but he held his tongue.Sometimes lessons need to be learned even when so young.The boy stepped out a little further, the water covering his waist.His Father spoke with urgency. His Father spoke with haste.“My son come back to me,” he said, “The day is almost done.”“Not yet, Dad,” the boy yelled, “I’m having too much fun!”But the Boy did not have his Father’s sight. So he could not tell.The Tide was coming in fast. There would be no time to yell.“Father!”, he tried to scream as the water covered his head.“I need you now Daddy!”, was what the boy had said.And in a single instant his father was by his side.“I thought you left me Daddy. I thought you went to hide.”The Father looked upon his son; a tear streaming down his cheek.The boy looked upon his Father and cried the sobs of the meek.“I would never leave you son. For I love you just the same.”“I was only waiting. for you to call upon my name.”-Author Unknown-Courtesy of Inspirational Christian Stories & PoemsAtlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org8
InspirationalWhere Are the Lamps?In a certain mountain village in Europe several centuries ago (sothe story goes), a nobleman wondered what legacy to leave his townspeople. At last he decided to build them a church.Nobody saw the complete plans until the church was finished.When the people gathered, they marveled at it's marvelous beauty.But one person notice an incompleteness. "Where are the lamps?", he asked. "How will thechurch be lighted?"The nobleman smiled. Then he gave each family a lamp. "Each time you're here, thearea in which you sit will be lighted. But when you're not here, some part of God's housewill be dark." Some clever nobleman that was. Don't you think?Today we live in a world of darkness, a darkness in which even our secular problem-solvers are beginning to stumble. In spite of our social conscience, all around us is evidenceof ignorance, illiteracy, and dark imaginings. Romans 2:19 tells us that we, as Christians,"are a light for those who are in the dark.""But the world is so big," you might say; "and our lamp is so small." Yes, but I believewe can still light up some small part each day. After all, look at the star-struck heavens.Have you ever noticed how small each star looks in the distance. Yet, put together thosetiny jewels can light the darkest night. Not one of those little lights of heaven is ever missing or else the heavens would be less bright. I believe each of us is like a star (or a lamp ifyou will). And Yes, I am convinced that we can make this world a better place. It all beginswith the desire expressed in Michelangelo's prayer: "God, grant me the desire always todesire to be more than I can ever accomplish."This day I encourage you to let God light your lamps with "his fire"- the Holy Spiritand to allow him to send you in a new direction today. Perhaps you might meet someone whoneeds you today. Put on a bright face whether you feel it or not. I guarantee you that gladness will come.Do you remember at the beginning of the story, what the nobleman said to the congregation? You too, have a great opportunity to let your light shine for Christ. When eachof you choose to be actively involved in your school and in your church, your school andchurch will shine the brightest. May each of you shine your brightest during this schoolyear.Author UnknownAtlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org9
TOP 15 THINGS GOD WON'T ASKBut my God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19.1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn'thave transportation.2. God won't ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people youdrove who didn't have transportation.3. God won't ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of thoseclothes helped the needy.4. God won't ask about your social statues, but will ask what kind of classyou display.5. God won't ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask ifthey dictated your life.6. God won't ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain salary.7. God won't ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for yourfamily and loved ones.8. God won't ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.9. God won't ask what your job title was, but will ask if you performed your job to the best ofyour ability.10. God won't ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.11. God won't ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you werea true friend.12. God won't ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect therights of others.13. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.14. God won't ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.15. God won't ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how manytimes it didn't.Atlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org1
THE GIRL NO ONE TALKED TOBy Jennifer Leigh YoungsLast year there was a girl at our school who hardly anyone talked to. I think it was because sheseldom showered, and she kind of smelled bad. Her name was Cindy Lindburg. I didn't knowexactly where she lived, but it must have been somewhere in the neighborhood because wealways got on the school bus at the same bus stop.Cindy Lindburg didn't have many friends. She always came to the lunch room alone and she leftalone. On the bus, no one offered her a seat, and she never asked because she was sort of ashy person. She seemed like a nice girl -- who had an odor problem.One day, I was walking up to the bus stop and I saw Carl Littleton making fun of her. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I saw the way hewas laughing and rolling his eyes in his typical poking-fun-at-you way.I also saw how sad it made Cindy. Clutching her notebook to her chestlike a shield, she stared at the ground and moved as far away from himas possible without leaving the bus stop entirely. As soon as I got closeenough, I glared at Carl to make him stop laughing--even though I knewhe probably wouldn't . He didn't. So I walked over and stood closer toCindy so she wouldn't feel quite so bad. It was just one of those timeswhen you just knew someone needed someone to be a friend.I didn't think she'd say anything, but she did. Her eyes peeked up fromstaring at the ground and as though she thought I'd be embarrassed ifanyone heard her speak to me, she whispered, "Hi.""Hi," I said. Then as loudly as I could, I said, "Don't pay any attention toCarl. His parents have been unsuccessful in teaching him some manners."Some of the kids standing there laughed. The comment didn't evenrouse a smile out of Cindy. By now everyone there was talking with afriend. Quietly, and with a serious look on her face, Cindy said, "I don'tknow why everyone hates me."I was surprised at her words. "No one hates you," I told her."Then why don't I have any friends?" she asked.Her question took me by surprise. I thought for a moment. "Well,' I began, wondering if I couldtell her that maybe it was because she smelled so awful, "I think you're smart and all, and youdress okay, and.""So then, what is it?" she blurted.Atlantic Union Conference Teacher Bulletinwww.teacherbulletin.org2
"Well," I hedged and then figured it's now or never. "Maybe it's because you." I paused becauseI almost said "stink" but instead, "don't smell so good."She looked up, studying my face as if checking to see if I was making fun of her or being mean.I guess she decided I wasn't. She nodded, like she believed what I said was true. Since sheseemed to take this well, I added, "I think you'd probably make more friends if you took morebaths." She looked away
Jesus is the only one who can clean up the stench. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) Yes, HE can purify even the stuff we've left growing all semester. Covering over our sin gets us nowhere. Proverbs 28:13 says, "He who conceals his sins
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