From <@tcuavm.is.tcu.edu:owner-scouts-l@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU> Sun Apr 12 20:43:31 1998 Return-Path: <@tcuavm.is.tcu.edu:owner-scouts-l@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU> Received: from tcuavm.is.tcu.edu (TCUAVM.IS.TCU.EDU [138.237.128.148]) by cap1.CapAccess.org (8.6.12/8.6.10) with SMTP id UAA21994 for ; Sun, 12 Apr 1998 20:43:31 -0400 Received: from TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU by tcuavm.is.tcu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5447; Sun, 12 Apr 98 19:35:35 CDT Received: from TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@TCUBVM) by TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (LMail V1.2a/1.8a) with BSMTP id 1560; Sun, 12 Apr 1998 19:35:39 -0500 Received: from TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU by TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (LISTSERV release 1.8b) with NJE id 1551 for SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU; Sun, 12 Apr 1998 19:34:44 -0500 Received: from TCUBVM (NJE origin SMTP@TCUBVM) by TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (LMail V1.2a/1.8a) with BSMTP id 1550; Sun, 12 Apr 1998 19:34:42 -0500 Received: from ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU by tcubvm.is.tcu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with TCP; Sun, 12 Apr 98 19:34:16 CDT Received: from fastlane.net (fastlane.net) by ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #20456) id <01IVSKLEPYKG00FSMF@ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU> for SCOUTS-L@ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU; Sun, 12 Apr 1998 19:34:03 -0600 (CST) Received: from oliver.fastlane.net (ftworth.tx.tnt1.9.fastlane.net [209.197.193.9]) by fastlane.net (8.8.8/8.8.8) with SMTP id TAA05076; Sun, 12 Apr 1998 19:33:44 -0500 (CDT) X-Sender: oliver@fastlane.net (Unverified) MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Light Version 3.0.2 (32) Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Message-ID: <3.0.2.32.19980412193139.006879d4@fastlane.net> Date: Sun, 12 Apr 1998 19:31:39 -0500 Reply-To: Oliver & Connie Pettit Sender: Scouts-L Youth Group List From: Oliver & Connie Pettit Subject: Scoutmaster's Minute X-To: Mark Wojciechowski , marnpoe@swbell.net, Chris Pettit , Jackie Baker , "GARZA JR, MARIO" , butner@flash.net, msmith@spindle.net, SCOUTS-L@tcu.edu To: Multiple recipients of list SCOUTS-L Status: RO X-Status: No shoes, no service His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He is brilliant. Kinda esoteric and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from campus is a well-dressed, very conservation church. They want to develop a ministry to students, but are not sure how to go about it. One dat, Bill decides to go there. He walks in with bare feet, jeans, a T-shirt and wild hair. The service has already started and Bill starts down the aisle, looking to find a seat. The church is completely packed. There are no enpty seats. By now, people are looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit and when then realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. (Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, trust me, this has never happened in this church before!) By now, the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick. About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill. Now the deacon is in his 80's, has silver-gray hair, a three-piece suit and a pocket watch. A godly man, very elegant, very diignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves, "You can't blame him for what he's going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and his knowledge to understand some college kid on the floor?" It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The people are thinking, "The minister can't even preach the serman until the deacon does what he has to do." And now, they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great diffculty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone. Everyone chokes with emotions. When the minister gains control, he says, "What I am about to preach, you will never rememeber. What you have seen, you will never forget." -Author Unknown From <@tcuavm.is.tcu.edu:owner-scouts-l@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU> Mon Apr 13 10:03:29 1998 Return-Path: <@tcuavm.is.tcu.edu:owner-scouts-l@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU> Received: from tcuavm.is.tcu.edu (TCUAVM.IS.TCU.EDU [138.237.128.148]) by cap1.CapAccess.org (8.6.12/8.6.10) with SMTP id KAA20331 for ; Mon, 13 Apr 1998 10:03:29 -0400 Received: from TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU by tcuavm.is.tcu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 5729; Mon, 13 Apr 98 08:55:20 CDT Received: from TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (NJE origin LISTSERV@TCUBVM) by TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (LMail V1.2a/1.8a) with BSMTP id 3175; Mon, 13 Apr 1998 08:55:23 -0500 Received: from TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU by TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (LISTSERV release 1.8b) with NJE id 3027 for SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU; Mon, 13 Apr 1998 08:54:17 -0500 Received: from TCUBVM (NJE origin SMTP@TCUBVM) by TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU (LMail V1.2a/1.8a) with BSMTP id 3026; Mon, 13 Apr 1998 08:14:54 -0500 Received: from ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU by tcubvm.is.tcu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with TCP; Mon, 13 Apr 98 08:14:51 CDT Received: from ns1.dmv.com (ns1.dmv.com) by ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #20456) id <01IVTB5F9NS000FVDL@ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU> for scouts-l@ALPHA.IS.TCU.EDU; Mon, 13 Apr 1998 08:14:38 -0600 (CST) Received: from dmv.com (dov1-35.dmv.com [207.124.188.135]) by ns1.dmv.com (8.8.7/8.8.7) with ESMTP id JAA27296 for ; Mon, 13 Apr 1998 09:14:36 -0400 (EDT envelope-from raablong@dmv.com) MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.04 [en] (Win95; I) Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Message-ID: <35320F4D.D0A6F51C@dmv.com> Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 09:12:46 -0400 Reply-To: Ron Raab-Long Sender: Scouts-L Youth Group List From: Ron Raab-Long Subject: Chicken Soup for the Soul Story X-To: scouts-l@tcu.edu To: Multiple recipients of list SCOUTS-L Status: RO X-Status: Just got this in my daily "Chicken Soup for the Soul" E-mail, thought I'd share it with the list. A Scoutmaster Saves the Day For weeks the troop has been engaged in expectant preparation for its Parents' Night program. Everything was in order. The walls were filled with displays, the scouts with enthusiasm and the tables with good things to eat. The toastmaster was well under way. The crowd sang with that respectably restrained enthusiasm that typified a Parents' Night program. Then Jimmie Davis arose to give his oration. This was the moment he had looked forward to for many weeks. As he arose, he caught a glimpse of his mother's beaming face and his father's stolid assured countenance. He started with a great burst of enthusiasm. He waxed more eloquent, conscious that his listeners were paying a high tribute to him by their careful attention. Then something happened. The world seemed to swim before him. He slowed down - faltered - stopped. His face flushed, his hands sought each other frantically and in desperation he looked helplessly toward his scoutmaster. And ever prepared, having heard that boyish masterpiece rehearsed again and again, the boy's leader supplied the missing words and the lad went on. But somehow it was different now. The masterpiece had been marred. Jimmie paused again - and the scoutmaster prompted him again. For the remaining two minutes, the oration seemed more the scoutmaster's than the boy's. But Jimmie finished it. In the heart of the lad who sat down, knowing that he had failed, there was a heavy load. Chagrin was plainly written on the face of the boy's mother, and a twitch of the father's face indicated a pained consciousness of shame. The audience applauded in a perfunctory way, sorry for and pitying the boy who they thought had failed. But the scoutmaster was on his feet. His quiet eyes twinkled. All listened tensely, for he did not talk loudly. What was he saying? "I am more happy than any of you can possibly understand because of what has just happened. You have seen a boy make a glorious victory out of what might have been a miserable failure. "Jimmie had his chance to quit. To have quit would have been easy. But to finish the job even in the face of 200 people required the highest kind of bravery and courage I know. "You may someday hear a better oratorical effect, but I am confident that you will never see a finer demonstration of the spirit of our troop than Jimmie has just given you - to play the game even under difficulties!" The people thundered their applause now. Jimmie's mother sat straight and proud. The old look of assurance was back on the face of the boy's father. The entire group was enthusiastic again and Jimmie, with a lump in his throat, said something to the friend beside him that sounded like, "Gee, if I can be that kind of scoutmaster someday." By Walter MacPeek Submitted by Martin Louw from A 2nd Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul Copyright 1995 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen