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William Gladstone (1809-1898) was England’s Prime Minister four times, and one
of the most important political figures of his era. He was also famous for being an
Every day as Gladstone went up the steps of the Parliament building, he bought
a newspaper from the same newsboy and said an encouraging word about how
Jesus loved him.
One day, as Gladstone and his secretary were going into Parliament, another
newsboy stopped them. “Hey, Mr. Gladstone, you know the bloke you usually
get’cher paper from?
Well, yesterday he was run over by a carriage and he’s going to die.
He wants you to come get him in.”
“What do you mean, ‘get him in’?” Gladstone asked.
“You know–get him in to Heaven.”
Gladstone’s secretary protested. “No, no, no, you don’t have time to go see
a newsboy! You know how important your speech today is. It could change
the course of history!”
Gladstone thought a moment, then said, “One immortal soul is worth more
than my speech in Parliament.”
So he went to the little garret where the newsboy lay dying.
Gladstone prayed with him to receive Jesus.
He “got him in”–and then the boy died.
By the time Gladstone made it back to Parliament, a heated discussion was
already under way. He gave his speech, and his side went on to win the vote.
Afterwards his secretary asked, “Sir, how could you have gone off like that
and almost miss making such an important speech?”
“The speech was a very important and good thing,” Gladstone replied, “
but getting that boy saved and into Heaven was a better, more important
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*David Brandt Berg*
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To comprehend a man’s life, it is necessary to know not merely
what he does, but also what he purposely leaves undone.
There is a limit to the work that can be got out of a human body
or a human brain, and he is a wise man who wastes no energy
on pursuits for which he is not fitted; and he still wiser who,
from among the things that he can do well, chooses and
resolutely follows the best.
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There is but one question of the hour:
How to bring the truth of God’s Word into vital contact with the
minds and hearts of all classes of people.
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♣ William E. Gladstone ♣
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow; if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic; to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
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I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and
if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
by OriahMountainDreamer copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer