The Lost Art Of Hearing, Understanding, Cherishing And Respect.

THE LOST ART OF HEARING, UNDERSTANDING, RESPECT AND CHERISHING

By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com (YouTube: Wade Hughes)

LOST ART? WANT TO TALK ABOUT FRAUD?

In 1927, Thomas J. Faulkner of the Peoples’ party ran against Charles King of the Whig Party for the Presidential Election. Charles King won by a landslide. There was 15,000 registered voters. The election committee declared Charles King the winner by 234,000 votes.

LOST ART: a skill or craft that is no longer widely practiced, something that has fallen into disuse, skill that not many do any more, the loss of interest.

MANY YEARS AGO I DROVE A CHURCH BUS SEVERAL HOURS WITH A LOAD OF YOUNG MEN.

One young boy stood holding on to the poles behind me. He was a smart young man. During the trip the young boy talked how stupid his teachers were. The conversation turned about how bad the principal and the office staff was. Then he told me how our best Sunday School teacher was ignorant and unprepared. He then started talking about our Pastor. He said the pastor screamed and yelled and preached too long. His mouth kept running. The music at church was too loud and it was dragging and sounded like funeral music. He concluded how stupid and loud mouth his father was.

I PONDERED HOW DID SUCH A YOUNG MAN HAVE SO NEGATIVE ATTITUDES ABOUT EVERYBODY AND LIFE. A few weeks later I drove a car load of ladies to a women’s meeting 2 hours from the church. There was a lady sat next to me in the front seat of the car. The lady started putting down everybody she knew. She talked about the schools being rotten. The pastor was mean. Her husband was an absolute idiot. He was so bad she left him. I found out this lady was the mother of the negative young boy. I UNDERSTOOD WHERE THE YOUNG BOY HAD DEVELOPED SUCH A LOW OPINION OF EVERYONE HE KNEW. The boy’s mother had POISONED HIS HEART WITH TRASH TALK. I moved away. I have always wondered what happened to that mother and her son?

TODAY I READ A STORY ABOUT A LADY THAT MADE THE BEST BREAD IN HER WHOLE VILLAGE, BUT SHE WAS VERY MEAN.

This lady listened to her pastor’s sermon about giving. The lady was always mean and cruel to her son. The lady’s son had ran away from home. She thought may she could help someone and the Lord would reward her with the return of her beloved son. She made fresh bread every day. She decided she would bake an extra loaf of bread and place it in the window for whoever need it. The bread would disappear. The lady was so pleased that she was helping someone. Her giving brought much satisfaction to her. Day after day she would bake the extra loaf of bread. She wondered who was getting the bread. So she started watching. She saw a street bum, dirty and smelly come by every day at the same time. She noted he never said thank you. Seemed to her he never appreciated her extra work. After several months, the more she thought about the raggedy bum the angrier and bitter she became. The unappreciative idiot she was going to teach him a lesson. One morning in great anger, she put poison in his loaf of bread. That man does not deserve my bread, she thought. At the normal time the street bum picked the poisoned bread out of the window and went running down the street.

The lady had prayed every day for her son to return home. The lady heard a big commotion at her door. The thump was so loud. She opened the door. She was so happy, it was her son laying on the ground unconscious. Seemed the old unappreciated bum had found the young man laying passed out. The bum knew the young man was so skinny because he had not eaten in days. The old bum gave the young man some water and forced some bread down his throat. The dirty street bum would give the boy water and give him bread. Finally the young boy revived and told the bum: I AM GOING HOME TO MY MOMMA. On his way home the young boy got weaker and weaker. He finally saw his mom’s house and fell at the door. SEEMS THE YOUNG MAN ATE THE REVENGE POISONED BREAD that his mom had fixed for the ungrateful bum. The momma’s bad attitudes and mean deeds became very costly.

THE LOST ART OF LISTENING:

James 1:19 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:

THE LOST ART UNDERSTANDING: IN A DREAM: GOD SAYS: SOLOMON ASK WHAT I SHALL GIVE YOU!