BAPA Shared This Story in Satsang...( Mouse Trap)

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose." So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral; the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. 

so, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember: when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. we are all involved in this journey called life. we must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. 

Each of us is a vital thread in another person's tapestry.

BAPA Shared This Story in Satsang...(P.U.S.H.)

There once was a man who was asleep one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Saviour appeared to him.

The Lord told him He had a work for him to do, and showed him a large rock explaining that he was to push against the rock with all his might. 


This the man did, and for many days he toiled from sunup to sundown; his shoulder set squarely against the cold massive surface of the rock, pushing with all his might. 


Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling his whole day had been spent in vain.


Seeing that the man showed signs of discouragement, Satan decided to enter the picture - placing thoughts in the man's mind, such as "Why kill yourself over this?, you're never going to move it!'' or "Boy, you've been at it a long time and you haven't even scratched the surface!'' etc. giving the man the impression the task was impossible and the man was an unworthy servant because he wasn't moving the massive stone.


These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man and he started to ease up in his efforts. "Why kill myself?'' he thought. "I'll just put in my time putting forth just the minimum of effort and that will be good enough.'' 


And this he did or at least planned on doing until, one day, he decided to take his troubles to the Lord. 


"Lord,'' he said, "I have labored hard and long in Your service, putting forth all my strength to do that which You have asked of me. 


Yet after all this time, I have not even budged that rock even half a millimeter. 


What is wrong? Why am I failing?


''To this the Lord responded compassionately, 


"My friend, when long ago I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you to push against the rock with all your strength and that you have done. 


But never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. 


At least not by yourself. Your task was to push. 


And now you come to Me, your strength spent, thinking that you have failed, ready to quit. 


But is this really so? Look at yourself. 


Your arms are strong and muscled; your back sinewed and brown. 


Your hands are calloused from constant pressure and your legs have become massive and hard. 


Through opposition you have grown much and your ability now far surpasses that which you used to have. 


Yet still, you haven't succeeded in moving the rock; and you come to Me now with a heavy heart and your strength spent. 


I, my friend will move the rock. Your calling was to be obedient and push, and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom, and this you have done.''

"MY HAND IN BAPA'S HAND..."

MY HAND IN BAPA'S HAND

Each morning when I wake I say,

"I place my hand in BAPA's Hand today;"

I know He'll walk close by my side

My every wandering step to guide.

BAPA leads me with the tenderest care

When paths are dark and I despair--

No need for me to understand

If I but hold fast to BAPA's Hand.

My hand in BAPA's Hand! No surer way

to walk in safety through each day.

By His great bounty I am fed;

Warmed by His love, and comforted.

When at day's end I seek my rest

And realize how much I'm blessed,

My thanks pour out to Him; and then

I place my hand in BAPA's Hand again.