In a story from Native American folklore, a grandfather explains to his young grandson the inner struggle between good and evil.
“A battle goes on inside us all,” the grandfather begins. “It is a battle between two wolves. One wolf is the embodiment of everything evil, like hate, anger, jealousy, resentment, greed, arrogance, lying, and selfishness. The other wolf is the embodiment of everything good, like love, joy, peace, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, empathy, generosity, compassion, truth, and faith.”
Success in life begins with a sound personal relationship with the Creator of life, followed closely by sound relationships with those around us. In fact, it’s impossible to be truly happy without either of those. Jesus gave us the key to both when He said, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself” (Matthew 22:37–39).
While selecting quotes for That Wonderful Thing Called Mother, I came across one from Pam Brown that I instantly knew belonged on this page instead. “You never realize how much your mother loves you till you explore the attic and find every letter you ever sent her, every finger painting, clay pot, bead necklace, Easter chicken, cardboard Santa Claus, paper-lace Mother’s Day card, and school report since day one.”
I’ve read arguments on both sides of the Resurrection-fact-or-fable debate. My biggest surprise was that logic seems to be on the side of those who believe the accounts in the four Gospels and the Acts of the Apostles. I’ve believed for years, but as a matter of faith rather than logic.
Skeptics say that it’s completely illogical to believe a story about someone who was brutally executed and sealed in a tomb for three days and three nights coming back to life and appearing to His friends and followers. But is it?
Recently I faced a particularly difficult challenge when there was a health crisis in my family—one that couldn’t be overcome in a day, or even weeks or months, as it turned out. Eventually the situation caused me to reexamine my approach to life’s difficulties in general. How much did God expect me to do, and how much did He want me to trust Him to do in answer to my prayers? Did I need to work harder or pray more?