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![]() a fable with two morals
After the storm, a farmer driving his cows through the field spotted the sparrow on the ground. The kindly farmer picked the bird up, pressed its frozen little body deep into a fresh, steaming cowpie, and continued on his way. The moist heat of the cowpie soon revived the little bird who, in her joy at finding herself alive and warm, burst into song. A fox hunting nearby heard the sparrow singing, and, following the sound, found the sparrow, snatched her up from the cowpie, and ate her in one bite. The morals of this story:
"No," replied his neighbor, "I will not go, for I believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and He shall protect me and my family." The rain still fell and the waters still rose. Soon the man and his family had to go to the second floor of the house to escape the water. An Emergency Rescue crew found the family, and said "The waters still rise. Get into our boat and we will take you to safety." "No," said the man, "My faith is strong! God shall protect me and my family and we shall come to no harm." The rain would not stop. The waters rushed higher. As the man and his family clung to the roof of their house a helicopter rescue team flew over and dropped them a ladder. Again the man refused. "I do not fear! I believe in God, and he shall protect us. We will not go." The entire family drowned. The man, who, in life, had been a goodly man, found himself before God. "God!" the man sobbed, "I believed in you, and trusted you to protect me and my family. How could you just let us die like that? Why did you not save us?" And God replied: "I sent a truck, a boat, and a helicopter - what exactly were you waiting for?"
There was a woman who spent her days in good works - she nurtured her family, lived in friendship with her neighbors, and labored endlessly in easing the suffering of those less fortunate. She was content with her life except for one thing.
"God," she prayed, "There is so much poverty in this world. If you would let me win the Lottery, just once, I would ask for nothing more. I would feed the hungry and clothe the homeless and do many good deeds with the money." She lived her life as she always had, and often repeated her prayer, but she never won the Lottery. When she died and stood before God she dared to ask, "Lord, I never wanted the money for selfish things. I could have done much good in the world if you had allowed me to win the Lottery, why would you not let me?" And God replied: "You should have bought a ticket." ![]() King Thordor stood defiantly on the prow of his tiny ship. With his gaze fixed on the score of ships sent to ensure his destruction, he let out a battle cry that struck mortal fear in the hearts of his enemies while stirring his rag-tag crew to fight as if God himself were on their side..."LET NO MAN SAY KING THORDOR FEARS DEATH!"
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on one end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed
of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half
my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the
way back to your master's house. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house." NOTE: I had read a version of this years ago that had been attributed to Mother Theresa. I have now been made aware that the original text was written by Dr. Keith and the text I found was an adaptation. They are inspirational words, regardless who said them first - here is the original text and link to their web site:
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