“The Gospel According to Who Moved My Cheese” by Pamela R. Echols
The theme based on “Who Moved My Cheese” by Dr. Spencer Johnson, is a short book written in a parabolic style. The book is centered on 4 characters, Sniff and Scurry (2 mice) and Hem and Haw (2 little people who are mice size). They all reside in a Maze (the World) and living with “Cheese” in Cheese Station C. The cheese represents the tangible or intangible components in our lives be it your job, relationships, family, health, recognition, possessions, freedom, peace of mind, etc. The story shows what happens when the Cheese is removed to another part of the maze. When the cheese is removed the characters are left to negotiate through a maze-like world in their search for fulfillment and happiness.
Sniff and Scurry move as soon as the Cheese moves. But the heart of the story revolves around Hem and Haw. At the heart of the book Haw says, “You can believe that a change will harm you and resist it. Or you can believe that finding New Cheese will help you and embrace the change. It all depends on what you choose to believe.”
Our faith is based on our belief in God, not his performance but WHO HE IS. The recurring question that is asked throughout the book is “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” Do we complain and remain as the Israelites did in the wilderness? Or do we praise our way through. In the midst of all the changes (moving of the cheese) and the circumstances that happen in our lives, it is vitally important that we continue to bless God in every situation. We cannot change the past nor do we have a handle on the future for God has that covered. What we can handle is the NOW. In Matt 6:34, Jesus tells us “do not worry or be anxious about tomorrow for tomorrow will have worries and anxieties of its own.” No matter what the external circumstances dictate, we have to develop and maintain an attitude of gratitude. Difficult? Yes, but it is necessary.
Here is a challenge; I dare you to start a blessing list. Literally write down everything that you give God thanks for in the NOW. The goal is 100 things. Take the list and make copies for the job, your home, your wall, your carryall to take it with you. Make it a “monument” to the Lord for your gratefulness toward HIM. Read it every day; you will find that you are adding more to the list daily. There are so many things that we overlook, like being able to move our limbs, batting our eyelids, the ability to swallow (which my sister lost the ability to do just before her death), being able to breath and finding a quarter on the street. Write everything down, from the least to the greatest.
In closing I will share the following e-mail I received that defines one woman’s view of happiness in the midst of change:
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably, coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. “Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room…. just wait.” “That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged… it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. “It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away … just for this time in my life.