George Stephenson was one of eight children whose parents were so poor that all lived in a single room. George had to watch cows for a neighbor, but he managed to get time to make engines of clay, with hemlock sticks for pipes. At seventeen he had charge of an engine, with his father for fireman. He could neither read nor write, but the engine was his teacher, and he a faithful student. While the other hands were playing games or loafing in liquor shops during the holidays, George was taking his machines to pieces, cleaning it, studying it, and making experiments in engines. When he had become famous as a great inventor of improvements in engines, those who had loafed and played called him lucky.
It is amazing how we credit someone as “lucky” not realizing the hard work that went into where they now are. Men on deputation that have a full calendar and good support are labeled “lucky” many times by men who work half as hard. Are you one of the ones that looks at everyone else and calls them “lucky” while you loaf? Commit today to be diligent about the Lord’s work. Put in a full day, and remember, you very likely will be one of the one labeled as “lucky” when it comes time to go home!
May God richly bless each of you.
1 comment:
I appreciate your posting entitled "Lucky". We often murmur concerning the blessing on others, not recognizing the failure on own part to do the work necessary to recieve God's blessing. You cannot reap where you have not sown.
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