Heavy Ink

Heavy Ink


I read years ago of the late Whitney Young. He was the
president of the Urban League, a civil rights organization.
How he handled a particular situation made a lasting impact.

While traveling on a flight in the midst of America's turbulent
times of civil rights protest, a passenger recognized him from
television.

He approached Mr. Young and said, "I was with you and your
organization before you began all of this protesting, but now
that you've started that, you no longer have my support."

Whitney Young was unruffled, perhaps accustomed to much
criticism in such times. He quickly removed a small blank
notepad and pen from his suit pocket and handed it to the man.

He calmly asked, "I would like to present your comments to our
board of directors, but I would also like to present your
contributions to our cause while you were with us. If you would
be so kind as to list the things that you did for us while we
had your support, I would greatly appreciate it.

I would like our board to know exactly what we have lost."

Whitney had learned from years of experience and never was the
notepad ever filled with so much as a scratch of ink.

I never forgot that simple lesson.

There are times when we are presented with constructive
criticism from those who truly wish us well and actively help
us to do better.

There are also many other times we will receive comments from
those qho are simply miffed about a pet peeve of theirs.

They don't know our vision or our purpose.

Maybe there is something they simply don't like or are jealous
of and it's a personal thing.

Mr. Young's actions come to mind whenever such situations arise.

Whenever someone says they are leaving, be it my life, the
church , my company, or Jan Bagwell Ministries I have never
actually handed them a notepad, but I write their contributions
in my mind so I can answer the question,

"What am I really losing?"

So many moan and sulk for years over things and people gone from
their lives who would have had an empty notepad. They made no
contribution for the good in your world, only a loud noise as
they left.

In many cases, not only would the notepad have been empty,
but also they would have stolen the pad.

Don't judge a person's comments or exit from your world solely
on whether they've done anything for you, but the ink on that
notepad weighs in heavily and should bring you closer to the
reality of what you have actually lost.

It's heavy ink.

Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Pray list
Brad Rogers {cancer and heart problems ]
Betty Holcombe [ Cancer ]
Rev. David and Hali Bagwell
Scott and Elizabeth and Emily Bagwell
Jan Bagwell
Hazel Bagwell
Tony Greene
Tom Callahan
Jonathan Cox
Judy Howard
Mary Carpenter
Betty Hill

Lessons of failure

Lessons of Failure

Lord, Thank you for the lesson
Failure does not mean I'm a failure;
It does mean I have not yet succeeded.

Failure does not mean I have accomplished nothing;
It does mean I have learned something.

Failure does not mean I have been a fool;
It does mean I had enough faith to experiment.

Failure does not mean I have disgraced;
It does mean I have dared to try.

Failure does not mean I don't have it;
It does mean I have something to do in a different way.

Failure does not mean I am inferior;
It does mean I am not perfect.

Failure does not mean I have wasted my life;
It does mean that I have an excuse to start over.

Failure does not mean that I should give up;
It does mean that I should try harder.

Failure does not mean that I will never make it;
It does mean that I need more practice.

Failure does not mean that you have abandoned me;
It does mean that you must have a better idea.

Jan Bagwell
God Bless

The Master

THE MASTER


A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was leaving the room
after paying a visit, and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on
the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side
of which came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he
opened the door a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him
with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the
door opened he sprang in without fear.

I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do
know one thing: I know my Master is there, and that is enough.

And when the door opens, I shall pass through with no fear,
but with gladness
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Pray list
Brad Rogers {cancer and heart problems ]
Betty Holcombe [ Cancer ]
Rev. David and Hali Bagwell
Scott and Eliz and Emily Bagwell
Jan Bagwell
Hazel Bagwell
Tony Greene
Tom Callahan
Jonathan Cox
Judy Howard
Mary Carpenter
Betty Hill

Til The Storm Passes By

TILL THE STORM PASSES BY
By (Mosie Lister)

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,
While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place.
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try,
For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by"
But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise
Where the storms never darken the skies.

Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore;
In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
I thought this song , seen like a prayer for alot of us right now . Pray for our government , that they will straight out , and work for we the people .
Prayer List
Betty Hawkins { Mary Carpenter sister ]Blood in lungs
Mary Carpenter { That things will settle down in her life and her health will get better
Rev David Bagwell and Hali
Scott and Eliz and Emily Bagwell
Tony Terrell Greene
Judy Thomas
Alica Marie Alberta
Judy Lynn Pangborn
Gail Grumsey
Jan Bagwell { Me , I alway need more of God }

Tell Them Now

Tell Them Now

If with pleasure you are viewing
Any work a man is doing,

If you like him or you love him tell him now.
Don't withhold your approbation
Till the parson makes oration
And he lies with snowy lilies on his brow,

For no matter how you shout it
He won't really care about it

He won't know how many teardrops you have shed
So if some praise is due him
Now's the time to slip it to him
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.

More than fame and more than money
Is the comment kind and sunny

And the hearty warm approval of a friend,
For it gives to life a savor
And it makes you stronger, braver,
And it gives you heart and courage to the end.

If he earns your praise, bestow it
If you like him, let him know it

Let the words of true encouragement be said.
Do not wait till life is over
And he's underneath the clover,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.
JAN Bagwell
God Bless