Life at its best

It was past ten. All the lights were out, and there was peace. Under the beautiful canopy of the stars two friends camped in the comfort of their mattresses. Suddenly one spoke, "Why did his light just turn on"? They sat there and looked. A strange sight for sure. First the a boy, the occupant of a certain room, took one widow out. Then a long piece of duck tape was ripped off and the screen also came out. A small black object was placed on the widow. The lights then went out. The two friends thought to themselves, "Surly it is a bomb". One turned to the other and asked forgiveness of any grievances he might have committed against his friend. The one had an excellent idea, jumped up and ran into the building. Moments later he entered the room of the suspect and in a deep voice called his name. The poor boy had just finished placing the widow back in and was pleasantly frightened. In the end the strange object was not a bomb, but a camera. The boy was simply trying to take pictures of the stars.

I was walking down the road with my good friend Esra. Passing a lilac bush I glanced at my friend and said, "Hey I should pick one and give it to Beth".
"Ok, that would be great, but what if I gave one to Beth and you gave one to my cousin Agnus."
"Sure, sounds splendid."
The lilac bush belongs to a dear lady who also heads the student life department.
Just as we finished speaking, a sweet voice was heard.
"Go ahead and take as many of my lilacs as you want, I have a lot."
As Mrs. Roque spoke, Esra seamed to have sacrificed his ability to on the alter of uncontrollable laughter. I managed to somehow mutter the fact that I was simply joking and continued walking.

Esra had agreed to do worship this evening about ten minutes before the time. It was a good worship though, and he refreshed us all with important things to ponder. He gave us a challenge and that was to stop thinking and talking about ourselves. To move from a "me" centered lifestyle to an "others" centered one. I want to take it on, will you.