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Това е една от историите, които може би вече сте срещали някъде във виртуалното пространство. Или някой ви я изпратил по е-мейл. Но въпреки това – не е поредната „градска легенда“. Краткото ми проучване показа, че всъщност историята е истинска. Макар и доста поукрасена… Доктор Науърд Кели наистина е съществувал. Не само, че е бил реална историческа личност, но той е и един от четиримата основатели на една от най-добрите болници в света – Джон Хопкинс. За разлика от момчето от историята обаче, доктор Кели произлиза от заможно семейство и никога не му се е налагало да се препитава с продажби от врата на врата. Нито пък е бил толкова отчаян… В действителност, един ден младия Кели просто се е разхождал из поляните на Пенсилвания и ожаднял. Почукал на вратата на първата къща в полето и помолил за чаша вода. Вместо това – получил чаша мляко. Какво се случило по-нататък – ще разберете от самата приказка. Както повечето притчи, и тук има доста украса и всеки, който е преразказвал историята е добавил по нещичко от себе си… … но най-важното е, че истинската ценност на този разказ не се е променила. Поуката е една и съща. Дано да успеете да я откриете! Едно бедно момче продавало дрехи от врата на врата, за да плати за своето образование. Един ден то видяло, че има само 10 цента в джоба си. То било гладно и решило да помоли за малко храна в следващата къща, до която стигне. Гладът му обаче изчезнал, щом зърнал красивата млада жена, която му отворила вратата. И вместо за храна, той помолил за чаша вода. Жената видяла, че момчето било много гладно и вместо вода му донесла огромна чаша с мляко. То я изпило много бавно и после попитало: – Колко ви дължа? – Нищо не ми дължите. – отвърнала тя. – Моята майка ни учеше да не приемаме нищо в замяна на проявената доброта. – Тогава ви благодаря от цялото си сърце! – отговорило момчето. Когато Хауърд Кели напуснал къщата, той не само се чувствал физически по-добре, но и възвърнал вярата си в Бог, която почти никога не го била напускала. Години по-късно, същата млада жена се разболяла много тежко. Местните лекари били объркани и изпратили младата жена в голям град, където смятали, че специалистите ще могат да диагностицират това рядко заболяване. Д-р Хауърд Кели бил повикан за консултант. Когато той чул името на града, в който тя живеела, един спомен изплувал пред очите му. Той станал и отишъл в нейната стая. Влизайки там, той мигновено я разпознал. Върнал се в стаята за консултации решен да направи всичко по силите си, за да и спаси живота. От този ден нататък, той обръщал специално внимание на този случай. След дълга битка, войната най-накрая била спечелена. Д-р Кели бил дал инструкции болничната сметка да му бъде изпратена за одобрение. Когато получил сметката, той я прегледал, написал нещо в полето и я изпратил в нейната стая. Отваряйки плика, тя си мислела, че вътре ще намери сметка, която ще изплаща до края на дните си. Когато най-накрая отворила плика, нещо привлякло вниманието и върху полето на сметката. Тя прочела следните думи: Платено изцяло с чаша мляко: Д-р Хауърд Кели. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtCxyYBuQYc Tags: Джон Хопкинс, доброта, доктор, история, мляко, поука, притча, разказ
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Welcome to Albert's Sermon Illustrations In this blog, I have collected many stories, quotes, jokes and ideas that I use regularly in my sermons. I have tried to put in the sources and origins of these illustrations. If I have missed some or gotten the wrong sources, please let me know. I will update them. Feel free to use these illustrations for the glory of God. If you have some illustrations that you like to contribute, kindly add them to my blog, so that I and others may benefit from them. God bless! Reverend Albert Kang Reverend Albert Kang P/S: This is a free site and thus it has advertisements that are not in the blogger's control. If some of them are offensive, please ignore them. Thank you for your understanding. Wednesday, September 28, 2011 Lesson From A Sea of Milk I recently heard a story from Stephen Glenn about a famous research scientist who had made several very important medical breakthroughs. He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person. What set him so far apart from others? He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old. He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor—a veritable sea of milk! When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, “"Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?”" Indeed, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, "“You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer?"” He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk. His mother then said, “"You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let’s go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it.”" The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. What a wonderful lesson! This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn’t need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment “doesn’t work,” we usually learn something valuable from it. Wouldn’t it be great if all parents would respond the way Robert’s mother responded to him? —Jack Canfield Posted by Albert Kang at 6:23 PM No comments: Wednesday, August 10, 2011 The Broken Pitcher of Milk One of my favorite illustrations of grace is from the story of a social worker named Henry Moorehouse who lived in the very worst of slum districts in London, England, in the 1800s. One evening as he was walking home, Moorehouse saw a little girl carrying a pitcher of milk. Suddenly she fell, and the pitcher slipped out of her hands and shattered. As the milk flowed into the gutter, the little girl began to sob uncontrollably. "Honey, don't cry," said Moorehouse as he helped her get up. But the tears would not stop. "I'll get a whipping from my mommy," the girl said between sobs. "No, you won't. I'll help you put the pitcher back together again," Moorehouse assured her. Suddenly the tears stopped. But every time it looked as if Moorehouse would succeed, the pitcher would fall apart again. After several unsuccessful attempts, the girl began crying again. In the end, Moorehouse lifted the girl in his arms and carried her to a crockery store, where he bought her a brand-new pitcher. Then he carried her to the store where she had purchased the milk and paid to have the pitcher filled once more. Finally, he carried her home. Then Moorehouse asked the little girl if she thought her mother would still whip her. "No sir," she smiled. "This pitcher is much nicer than the one we had before." God has done something even greater than this for us. Although we were originally created in His likeness, sin shattered His image within us. We can try to mend that image through good works and religious ritual, but we are broken beyond repair. Robert Jeffress One evening as he was walking home, Moorehouse saw a little girl carrying a pitcher of milk. Suddenly she fell, and the pitcher slipped out of her hands and shattered. As the milk flowed into the gutter, the little girl began to sob uncontrollably. "Honey, don't cry," said Moorehouse as he helped her get up. But the tears would not stop. "I'll get a whipping from my mommy," the girl said between sobs. "No, you won't. I'll help you put the pitcher back together again," Moorehouse assured her. Suddenly the tears stopped. But every time it looked as if Moorehouse would succeed, the pitcher would fall apart again. After several unsuccessful attempts, the girl began crying again. In the end, Moorehouse lifted the girl in his arms and carried her to a crockery store, where he bought her a brand-new pitcher. Then he carried her to the store where she had purchased the milk and paid to have the pitcher filled once more. Finally, he carried her home. Then Moorehouse asked the little girl if she thought her mother would still whip her. "No sir," she smiled. "This pitcher is much nicer than the one we had before." God has done something even greater than this for us. Although we were originally created in His likeness, sin shattered His image within us. We can try to mend that image through good works and religious ritual, but we are broken beyond repair. Robert Jeffress Posted by Albert Kang at 3:33 PM No comments: Labels: Grace, Love of God, Mercy, Milk Tuesday, July 5, 2011 A Glass of Milk One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?" You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words ... "Paid in full with one glass of milk" (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands." Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?" You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words ... "Paid in full with one glass of milk" (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands." Origins: The above-quoted account has been showing up in the snopes.com inbox since 2000. It has appeared in any number of collections of inspirational tales and self-help books, including Ruth Fishel's 2004 Living Light as a Feather: How to Find Joy in Every Day and a Purpose in Every Problem, Viola Walden's 1994 Pardon the Mess: A Collection of Family-Building Thoughts, Benjamin Blech's 2003 Taking Stock: A Spiritual Guide to Rising Above Life's Financial Ups and Downs, and John Mark Templeton's 2002 Wisdom From World Religions: Pathways Towards Heaven on Earth. It is a well-traveled and much beloved tale. And yet, while at its heart it is a true story, it has been so greatly exaggerated that it is now only a caricature of itself, having been distorted in numerous ways to better tell the story of a doctor who wouldn't accept a fee for his services from a gal who once gave him a glass of milk. Dr. Howard Kelly (1858-1943) was a distinguished physician who was one of the four founding doctors of Johns Hopkins, the first medical research university in the U.S. and arguably one of the finest hospitals anywhere. In 1895 he established the department of Gynecology and Obstetrics at that school. Over the course of his career, he advanced the sciences of gynecology and surgery, both as a teacher and as a practitioner. It is not his skills as a healer or accomplishments as a medical pioneer that concern us in this tale, though, but rather the account of a years-previous kindness repaid. According to the biography written by Audrey Davis from knowledge she gained of the doctor through her 20-year friendship with him and through the notebooks and journals he left her upon his death (Dr. Kelly began keeping a diary at the age of 17 while in his junior year of college), the story of the bill paid in full by the glass of milk is true: On a walking trip up through Northern Pennsylvania one spring, Kelly stopped by a small farm house for a drink of cool spring water. A little girl answered his knock and instead of water brought him a glass of fresh milk. After a short friendly visit, he went on his way. Some years later, that same little girl came to him for an operation. Just before she left for home, her bill was brought into the room and across its face was written in a bold hand, "Paid in full with one glass of milk." However, it should be noted that while the story itself is true, it has been greatly embellished to make it a more touching tale. Dr. Kelly was never an impoverished student who ruefully eyed his last dime as hunger set in and he resolved to beg a meal at the next farm house. He was the scion of a relatively well-to-do family, and he did not have to work to put himself through school, let alone by peddling goods door to door. Over and above his education and living expenses, the young scholar received from his family a monthly allowance of $5 for pocket money, his biographer noting of his bank account in those days: "It is amazing how many items of necessity and pleasure those $5 deposits accounted for, and yet there was always an unexpended balance." On his 21st birthday, the future doctor received "checks for $100 from his father and from several aunts," which would have been considered astronomical sums in those days (1879). The young man did not hold a job, in fact, until the age of 22 — upon being sent to Colorado Springs for his health (he stayed there for a year) and purchasing a horse for $40, he carried the mail for a week to relieve the regular mailman. The future Dr. Kelly came to be tramping about the farmland and woods of Pennsylvania and put himself at that farm house door through his love of nature. His special joy was to hike great distances and study animals in the wild, and indeed he had been headed for a career as a naturalist until his father insisted during his final year of college (1877) that he "divert his talents into a field that offered greater certainty of a livelihood and promised fair financial return." Dr. Kelly did retain his interest in the natural world throughout his life, though, and so he continued to go on such walking trips. On the day described in the "milk" anecdote, he hadn't been "ready to give up and quit," nor had he been experiencing a spiritual crisis that caused him to doubt the nature of man or God. Throughout his life Howard Kelly was a devout Christian whose faith was as natural to him as breathing. He was neither financially nor spiritually beaten down that day; he was merely a thirsty hiker who thought to ask for a glass of water at a farm he passed. The Davis biography of Dr. Kelly contains no mention of the "glass of milk" girl's being "critically ill," of her local doctors being "baffled," or of her being sent to Baltimore because she had fallen victim to a "rare disease," as the much-embroidered version of the tale would have it. Indeed, nothing is said of her case to indicate that it was at all unusual, or that her life was in any way in jeopardy. Other than for Dr. Kelly's writing off her bill for that long-ago glass of milk, her case was not remarkable in the least. As regards his writing off that bill, while Dr. Kelly did charge very high fees for his work (and "suffered extreme criticism" for it, says his biographer), he did so only with patients who could afford it, their payments underwriting the medical care he provided free-of-charge to the less fortunate. By his conservative estimate, in 75% of his cases he neither sought nor received a fee. Moreover, for years he paid the salary of a nurse to visit and care for those of his patients who could not otherwise afford such treatment, thereby providing them with both doctor and nurse without charge. So, to sum up: Howard Kelly wasn't a destitute young scholar peddling goods door to door in furtherance of his dream of someday becoming a doctor and so was rescued from overwhelming hunger by a fortuitous glass of milk. He was a thirsty hiker out on one of his many rambles about the countryside to study wildlife. He asked for water at a farm house and was instead given milk. The girl who gave the milk to him later came to him as a patient, but likely not because she was dying or because her condition was unusual. Dr. Kelly wrote off her bill, but he did so with three of every four patients he treated. Posted by Albert Kang at 11:47 AM No comments: Labels: Dr. Howard Kelly, Harvest, Kindness, Milk, Paid in Full, Surgery Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)