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    Sarah was rich. She had inherited twenty million dollars. Plus she had an additional income of one thousand dollars a day.

    That's a lot of money any day, but it was immense in the late 1800s.

    Sarah was well known. She was the belle of New Haven, Connecticut. No social event was complete without her presence. No one hosted a party without inviting her.

    Sarah was powerful. Her name and money would open almost any door in America. Colleges wanted her donations. Politicians clamored for her support. Organizations sought her endorsement.

    Sarah was rich. Well known. Powerful. And miserable.

    Her only daughter had died at five weeks of age. Then her husband had passed away. She was left alone with her name, her money, her memories, ... and her guilt.

    It was her guilt that caused her to move west. A passion for penance drove her to San Jose, California. Her yesterdays imprisoned her todays, and she yearned for freedom.

    She bought an eight-room farmhouse plus one hundred sixty adjoining acres. She hired sixteen carpenters and put them to work. For the next thirty-eight years, craftsmen labored every day, twenty-four hours a day, to build a mansion.

    Observers were intrigued by the project. Sarah's instructions were more than eccentric ... they were eerie. The design had a macabre touch. Each window was to have thirteen panes, each wall thirteen panels, each closet thirteen hooks, and each chandelier thirteen globes.

    The floor plan was ghoulish. Corridors snaked randomly, some leading nowhere. One door opened to a blank wall, another to a fifty-foot drop. One set of stairs led to a ceiling that had no door. Trap doors. Secret passageways. Tunnels. This was no retirement home for Sarah's future; it was a castle for her past.

    The making of this mysterious mansion only ended when Sarah died. The completed estate sprawled over six acres and had six kitchens, thirteen bathrooms, forty stairways, forty-seven fireplaces, fifty-two skylights, four hundred sixty-seven doors, ten thousand windows, one hundred sixty rooms, and a bell tower.

    Why did Sarah want such a castle? Didn't she live alone? "Well, sort of," those acquainted with her story might answer. "There were the visitors..."

    And the visitors came each night.

    Legend has it that every evening at midnight, a servant would pass through the secret labyrinth that led to the bell tower. He would ring the summon the spirits. Sarah would then enter the "blue room," a room reserved for her and her nocturnal guests. Together they would linger until 2:00 a.m., when the bell would be rung again. Sarah would return to her quarters; the ghosts would return to their graves.

    Who comprised this legion of phantoms?

    Indians and soldiers killed on the U.S. frontier. They had all been killed by bullets from the most popular rifle in America -- the Winchester. What had brought millions of dollars to Sarah Winchester had brought death to them.

    So she spent her remaining years in a castle of regret, providing a home for the dead.

    You can see this poltergeist place in San Jose, if you wish. You can tour its halls and see its remains.

    But to see what unresolved guilt can do to a human being, you don't have to go to the Winchester mansion. Lives imprisoned by yesterday's guilt are in your own city. Hearts haunted by failure are in your own neighborhood. People plagued by pitfalls are just down the street .. or just down the hall.

    There is, wrote Paul, a "worldly sorrow" that "brings death." A guilt that kills. A sorrow that's fatal. A venomous regret that's deadly.

    How many Sarah Winchesters do you know? How far do you have to go to find a soul haunted by ghosts of the past? Maybe not very far.

    Maybe Sarah's story is your story.

    Max Lucado, In the Eye of the Storm, Word Publishing, 1991, pp. 193-195.

    Ten Things You Will Never Regret:

    1. Showing kindness to an aged person.

    2. Destroying a letter written in anger.

    3. Offering an apology that will save a friendship.

    4. Stopping a scandal that was ruining a reputation.

    5. Helping a boy or girl find themselves.

    6. Taking time to show consideration to parents, friends, brothers and sisters.

    7. Refraining from gossip when others around you delight in it.

    8. Refusing to do a thing which is wrong, although others do it.

    9. Living according to your convictions.

    10. Accepting the judgment of God on any question.

    Pulpit Helps, May, 1991.

    In 1904 William Borden, heir to the Borden Dairy Estate,graduated from a Chicago high school a millionaire. His parents gave him a trip around the world. Traveling through Asia, the Middle East, and Europe gave Borden a burden for the world's hurting people. Writing home, he said, "I'm going to give myl ife to prepare for the mission field." When he made this decision, he wrote in the back of his Bible two words: No Reserves. Turning down high paying job offers after graduation from Yale University, he entered two more words in his Bible: No Retreats. Completing studies at Princeton Seminary, Borden sailed for China to work with Muslims, stopping first at Egypt for some preparation. While there he was stricken with cerebral meningitis and died within a month. A waste, you say! Not in God's plan. In his Bible underneath the words No Reserves and No Retreats, he had written the words No Regrets. 

    Daily Bread, December 31, 1988.

    It is better to sleep on what you plan to do than to be kept awake by what you've done. 

    Source Unknown.

    Adults most common regret: I never took enough risks. Next: I wasn't assertive enough and I lacked self-discipline. 

    Rickard T. Kuiner, Homemade, March 1989.

    We all have regrets, according to Dr. Richard Kinnier of Arizona State Univ. The most common regret was not being a better student, not studying more. Other common regrets include not being more assertive, not having more self-discipline, not taking more risks, not spending quality time with families. One surprise showed up: money appears to be insignificant in the grand scheme of things. 

    Dr. Merrill Douglass, Homemade, April, 1990.

    When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ

    And He shows me His plan for me;

    The plan of my life as it might have been

    Had He had His way, and I see

    How I blocked Him here and I checked Him there

    And I would not yield my will,

    Shall I see grief in my Savior's eyes;

    Grief though He loves me still?

    Oh, He'd have me rich, and I stand there poor,

    Stripped of all but His grace,

    While my memory runs like a hunted thing

    Down the paths I can't retrace.

    Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break

    With tears that I cannot shed.

    I'll cover my face with my empty hands

    And bow my uncrowned head.

    No. Lord of the years that are left to me

    I yield them to Thy hand.

    Take me, make me, mold me

    To the pattern Thou hast planned.


    Source Unknown.