• The Impossible Isn’t!

    The Swiss company Omega was responsible for constructing the scoreboards for the Olympic Gymnastics events in 1976. In preparation for the Olympics that year, they asked if a 3 digit scoreboard would be adequate, or if 4 digits would be needed in case of a perfect 10.00. They were told 3 digits would be enough since a perfect score was impossible.

    They could never have for-seen that a 14 year old girl named Nadia would have 7 perfect 10.00’s before those games were over. Newspapers across the country read “The impossible isn’t.”

    The lack of vision of the Olympic Committee reminds me of how easy it is to become near-sighted in our understanding of what God is capable of when we commit ourselves to Him in faith.

    I am reminded of Ephesians 3:20, “Now to Him who is able to do more than we ask or imagine, according the power at work within us…”

    The apostles of our Lord were called by the world :unlearned and ignorant men” and yet, they turned God’s world upside down because they had been with Jesus, and captured the vision of what was possible for those who commit themselves to Him. Don’t let the world dictate to you what you are capable of. Our God is able, and the impossible isn’t for those who walk in His purpose.

    Dream BIG, God Bless!

    -Jim

  • M.S – My Blessing By Debbie Harvey

    Accurate words elude me in expressing the fear and frustration that embrace me each time my body betrays me.

    Atleast these times my mind sends out a simple message, so completely ignored and distorted by my body that it is unrecognizable.

    Simple messages: Grasp the fork. Lift the fork. Place the fork down on the table.

    I fumble with the fork, pierce my eye with the fork, drop the fork with a clatter to the table as my hand dangles, momentarily suspended in midair.

    Simple messages: Place one foot down in front of the other. Right foot, left foot, right foot…. right foot!

    What’s up? Flailing through space at a 90 degree angle to my body, landing with a resounding thump against the floor, followed by a slow drag until the next effort is made.

    Heavy, very very Heavy.

    Simple messages: Open your mouth, speak. W-or-ds, w-on-‘t ha-ap-pen.

    E-v-er-y, w-or-d, br-ok-en, j-us-t, n-o-t, r-i-ght!

    Well, that’s a tiny glimpse of my “short circuitry,” my M.S., multiple sclerosis. Multiple in the fact that it can effect “any” and “all” of the messages which my mind sends out. Sclerosis, scarring, in the fact that even when normal activity resumes, there is scarring. Sometimes noticeable, sometimes not- but never quite the same.

    M.S. – my blessing. It is a blessing because it has given me a thankful heart. A heart so filled with joy that there is seldom room for the negativity and pettiness that Satan would like to see. A blessing through the fact that, perhaps, God has offered to me a tiny glimpse of the frustration when He sends out a message, a simple message, to His body ( the church), yet it is so completely ignored and distorted by His body that it is often unrecognizable.