Looking for the Helpers

One Sunday morning at a small southern church, the new pastor called on one of his older deacons to lead in the opening prayer. The deacon stood up, bowed his head and said,"Lord, I hate buttermilk."
The pastor opened one eye and wondered where this was going. The deacon continued, "Lord, I hate lard." Now the pastor was totally perplexed. The deacon continued, "Lord, I ain't too crazy about plain flour. But after you mix 'em all together and bake 'em in a hot oven, I just love biscuits."

"Lord help us to realize when life gets hard, when things come up that we don't like, whenever we don't understand what You are doing, that we need to wait and see what You are making. After you get through mixing and baking, it'll probably be something even better than biscuits. Amen.
Romans 8:28

Following the bombing in Paris, Natasha was very upset. She  tearfully asked me why people were so cruel to each  other. She was never going to Paris because of the bombing. All the hurt people." It's terrible"she sobbed.
"Natasha", I said. Look for the helpers. There are always helpers. That is how we survive.

Heroes

At the Bataclan concert hall, a police captain and his driver were the first emergency responders to enter the chaotic scene, reportedly charging inside the building as panicked concertgoers fled. They ran into the line of fire.

Outgunned and outnumbered, the men soon came under fire from one of the

attackers. Le Parisien reports that the two returned fire, striking one of the assailants, before being forced to flee and await reinforcements.

A man saved my wife’s life last night at the Bataclan by hiding her under chairs and shielding her with his body,” Clément posted on Facebook. “His name is Bruno and we would like to thank him.”

Others welcomed injured and traumatized Parisians into their homes. Muriel Gaudry sheltered nearly 30 people at her apartment near the Bataclan, where dark bloodstains linger on her living room sofa.

At a restaurant across the street from Le Petit Cambodge, Samir, who works as a server, saw injured and terrified victims in the road. As gunshots continued to ring out, he ushered two survivors downstairs, where he pressed fabric to the arm of a young woman who had been shot.

Heaven's streets are crowded with the souls of angels tonight.. They are way to crowded with angels that are  brothers, sisters, mothers children, teachers, students, friends.  They did not expect, nor did they invite the conformation of evil, yet it found them. Rumor has it, the streets of heaven are guarded by the US Marines. I believe this, Helpers.

just when we feel we have reached the capacity of our compassion, we find that capacity may be limitless. For we rise the occasion we are called upon. 

When we put the lard, and flour together we are indeed a wonderful people.

black, white red, green yellow Thank you Lord for putting it all together and making the human race.

In the depths of any tragedy there is always hope, God in His wisdom put the ingredient of compassion in all of us.
I always have prayed to be one of the helpers. I want to run into the fire and help the injured. i want ot stand up to the man abusing his wife or girlfriend, I want to pull the child to safety.
I want to be a helper. Not a Hero, But one of Gods helper placed here to serve Him.
Feeling discouraged? How can you help someone today?
You do not have to wait for a castrophe, your neighbor is hurt. Your neighbor is hungry. A child is hurt. the lady across the street needs a friend and a ear.
If not for Samir, Bruno, and others like them, the City of Light may have experienced an even more horrific nightmare.

Look for the helpers.

Credit: The Daily Blast