Knowing this, that the trying of your faith 
worketh patience.  But let patience have her 
perfect work, that ye may be perfect 
and entire, wanting nothing.  

​James 1:3,4 


​      FOOTPRINTS - A New Version 

     Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together.  For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace.

     But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures and returns.

For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling, His consistently.

You and Jesus are walking as true friends!

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens:  Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus' are now walking precisely in His steps. 

Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones, you and Jesus are becoming one.

This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change. . .  
The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger. . . 

Eventually they disappear altogether.  There is only one set of footprints.  
They have become one.

This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back.  This time it seems even worse!  Zigzags all over the place.  Stops.  Starts.  Gashes in the sand.  
A variable mess of prints.

You are amazed and shocked.  Your dream ends.  Now you pray:

"Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits.  I was a new Christian; I was just learning.  But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with you."

"That is correct."

"And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps.  following You very closely."

"Very good. . .  You have understood everything so far!"

"When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I supposed that I was becoming like You in every way."

"Precisely."

"So, Lord was there a regression or something?  The footprints separated, and this time 
it was worse that at first."

there is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice.

"You didn't know?  It was then that we danced!"






      What must surely be one of the most frustrating conversations in history was reported in Theatre Arts magazine.  A subscriber, desiring to report on a particular upcoming event in his community, dialed "information" to get the magazine's telephone number.
       The operator drawled, "Sorry, but there is nobody listed by the name of "Theodore Arts."
        The subscriber insisted:  "It's not a person; it's a publication.  I want Theatre Arts."
        The operator responded, this time a little louder, "I told you, we have no listing for Theodore Arts in this city.  Perhaps he lives in another city."
       By now the subscriber was thoroughly peeved.  "Confound it, the word is theatre:  T-H-E-A-T-R-E!"
       The operator came back with certainty in her voice,  "That---is not the way to spell Theodore."
     Sometimes there's just no communicating with someone who refuses to hear you, who seems unwilling to understand your point of view, or who simply "doesn't get" what you are trying to say.  Rather than give that person a real kick, however, better to hang up and try dialing someone who can hear you and does understand!