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"How To Cope--what a great legacy of words! "

This book  is a collection of uplifting short stories, by author: Terrance L. Weber who says:

"I started writing about 40 years ago as a young, immature Christian. For a long time the stories were a very popular, helpful and a well read part of our church's weekly bulletins.  People often asked me for copies to give to friends and eventually all of the stories were compiled into this "How To Cope" book format."

New! Now you can read four articles from: "How To Cope" below on this website:

Each week, after church, people used to ask me for copies of the stories to pass along to friends. So to meet this need, I compiled them into this book. Now, many leaders of small groups use my stories as part of their daily devotions and also as a way to begin group discussions about faith and practical Christianity. Even today, many of our Habitat For Humanity friends  and co-workers use my book: "How To Cope" during their daily devotions and prayer time before starting to help build another new house for needy people who need a "hand-up - not - a "hand-out."

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Read 4 "How To Cope" excerpts below:

1. DOES THE CLAY QUESTION THE POTTER?
A few years back when I was taking art classes in Philadelphia, I became aware of the way fine sculpture and pottery is created. It was an interesting class.

As I looked at the projects the students in the sculpture classes were working on, I noticed that they were all making vessels of one shape or another. One was trying to make a short, fat, squat pot. Another, a tall thin tube like container with a bowl-like bottom. Then there was one vessel that was to become a pitcher, the kind used to hold and pour about a quart of water.

But what interested me most was that every student potter began with nothing more than a plain lump of brown clay and some rudimentary instructions from the teacher. The teacher then explained to the students the basics of using the tools and how to handle and mix the clay. But then, he walked away and left the shape and design decisions up to his budding young potters.

Those student potters seemed to be having a wonderful time! They were talking and joking and laughing as they pushed and shoved the mud-like clay into a variety of rough lumpy shapes. They really seemed to be in control and I also noticed how pliable and yielding the clay was in their hands. Even though the students had a lot to say, the clay was silent. It just allowed itself, by its flexibility, or mold-ability to become whatever the potter had decided it would be from the beginning.

In us, God is the potter. We are the clay. God is in control. He knows what He wants us to be, or become—because He knows what He wants our purpose to be in this life. Our responsibility is to do our best to remain always flexible, pliable and workable in His hands and to simply watch as He, in His infinite wisdom, forms each of us into a vessel with beauty and usefulness for all eternity.

 As the clay that is being worked by our Master Artist, it is not our place to ask: “What are You making?”

2. THE BEST OF TIMES
I remember back in 1937 when I was ten years old, I heard the roar of an approaching low-flying airplane so I ran out to the backyard and there a few hundred feet overhead was the first Autogiro airplane I’d ever seen! What a thrill! What a happy day!

Back then, in the late thirties, we were in the middle of the  great depression. Our family never had any extra money in those days but we did have lots of other things that were even better than money such as: home, family, love, good neighbors and more. In all, they were good times for us.

I remember five years later, in 1942, the depression was behind us, but there was a war on. There were shortages. We had almost no gas for cars. There was food rationing. Everything was too expensive. Everyday our troops were being shot at and killed and wounded in Europe and out in the Pacific. Gold stars hung in many of our neighbor’s front windows. Even so, my family made the best we could of those times. We worked hard, my parents served as Air Raid Wardens, we grew Victory Gardens and at the same time, we played as often as we could. We were as happy as we could be under the circumstances. They were, in many ways, good times for us.

Then, in 1947—after another five years—I was away in the Navy. I remember I made $78 a month and sent half of it home to help out. I had very little money but I was—courtesy the Navy’s 6th fleet—on a grand tour of Gibraltar, Spain, Italy, France, Greece and Africa. What a good time it was!

Then in 1952, I was, by this time, a civilian again, recently married and going to college at night on the GI Bill and struggling to pay the bills in my small business and to pay the rent for our tiny first apartment. For fun, since we had no money, we’d go for walks in the park. We laughed and had lots of fun. It was a good time.

What I’m trying to say is this: Every year of our lives, even though full of its own problems and struggles was and is, praise the Lord, the BEST of times.

3. CHANGES
Things change, friendships fade. Money is spent, glory is forgotten Power is lost. Seasons change, so do people. Day turns into darkness, sorrow to joy. Pain is eased.Rules are broken. Promises—forgotten. Trusts betrayed Love cools. Hate dies. Stars fall. Things change. Life ends, but—God is always God!

4. HEAVEN
Just think of stepping on shore, and finding it heaven. Of taking hold of a hand and finding it God’s hand. Of breathing new air, and finding it celestial air; of feeling invigorated, and finding it immortality; of passing from storm and tempest to an unbroken calm; of waking up—and finding it Home.
(Author unknown)