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The Bull in the Mire

February 15th, 2018 by G.

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After a rain, the bull found that his favorite spot was muddy.  He could no longer stand there proudly upright as he had used to do.  He shifted this way and that and tried different ways of holding his feet, to no avail.

A swan observed, fastidiously, that he was now quite dirty and suggested he move.  But the thick-witted bull replied that a little mire didn’t bother him.  It wasn’t cleanliness he wanted, but firm footing.

Moral: Repentance is the simple observation that if you wish a better life, you must lead a different life.

Moral: Repentance means changing your foundation.

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February 15th, 2018 06:34:29

Coin-Operated Hips

February 02nd, 2018 by G.

A certain people had coin-operated hips. When they hit their full growth, a small metal box would appear on their side with a slot to insert coins. When they wanted to bend, they would have to insert a small coin. A dial on the box would wind up to 30 minutes and then tick down.

They all believed that frequent use of the hips was good for joint health.  It was one of those things that “everyone knows.”  So they all carried coin pouches around, used the coins frequently, and would loan each other coins on need.  If someone weren’t using coins much, there would be talk and maybe some benevolent counsel on how to get back in the habit.

Another people had the same device, but rarely used it.  They just put up with the inconvenience of not bending.  They had adapted to some extent.   All their shelves were high, for instance.  But the inconvenience was still real.  They expected it, though, and those few who frequently used coins were admired but not emulated.  If a man ran out of coins, no one would lend him one.  It was a luxury, not a need.  Imagine a relative who lost his job asking for a loan.  You might give him cash for food and rent.  You wouldn’t give him cash for his country club fees.

In another land, no one had the device.  Their hips were free.  But one day, one man alone developed one.   It was unfair.  No one else had to pay.  Each month the expense would be noticeable! So he often tried to avoid paying to bend, or forgot to bring coin with him.  The result was that over time his hips became stiffer and stiffer.  He slowly became less able to bend even when he inserted a coin.

Another man in that same country also came down with coin-operated hips.  His dial was broken, however.  There was no upper limit on how much time he could buy.  A surgeon who examined him told him that a cure would cost him thousands of dollars.  The man paid it, naturally.  He needed to be able to use his hips.

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February 02nd, 2018 06:24:55

The Swimmers and the Land

January 24th, 2018 by G.

They are a slow and sleepy people, drifting in the upper waters, lazily flapping open and closed their gills. They idly avoid going deeper, where the oxygen is lower.

Sometimes one swims to the surface and tastes the pure air. They have lungs to breathe it, this people. When they do, they wake up. Vigor, alertness, acuity. The sea, it has been said, is salty from the tears of joy and sorrow they weep when they first come up for air.

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January 24th, 2018 07:03:47

The Gods We Know

November 22nd, 2017 by G.

There is an object of wonder. It is vast, complex, and heart-stoppingly beautiful. It is miraculous. It was created by the very God of GodsHimself. It is ever in His thoughts.

But this creation, lovely and holy beyond words, now fades into the background. It now becomes the setting for even greater beings, so much greater that this ineffable object is only worthy, barely, to be their stage.

On this object, this creation, three Gods meet. (more…)

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November 22nd, 2017 12:17:30

The Big Dog who had a Sticker

November 16th, 2017 by G.

A big dog was howling in pain because of a sticker in his foot.

The wise old owl asked him about his childhood experiences and fears that drove him to take risks near stickers.

The coyote ran around accusing various animals of driving the dog to hurt himself with their sticker culture and microagressions.

The mouse pulled the thorn out and told the dog to watch where he was going.

Moral: Don’t overlook the obvious.

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November 16th, 2017 07:10:56

Two Grooms

November 09th, 2017 by G.

Sides heaving, a spent horse staggered into a stable with two grooms.  One groom sprang to the horse’s side to care for it.  He dried and brushed and watered the horse before going to turn it back out to graze.  Meanwhile the other groom was nowhere to be seen.  Suddenly a shot rang out.

The other groom had killed the wolf which had chased the horse to the stable.

Moral: Help with the real needs.

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November 09th, 2017 06:30:19

The Painfully Modern Parable of the Good Samaritan

October 06th, 2017 by G.

A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.

And by chance there came down a certain woke priest that way; and when he saw the man he returned to Jerusalem and launched a campaign for travel control, so only licensed travelers with adequate provision to defend themselves against robbers would be allowed out on the road. Those he met were impressed with his compassion and wealthy caravanners donated to his campaign. #CareforTravelers

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October 06th, 2017 08:18:40

Parliament of Birds

September 28th, 2017 by G.

At a parliament of birds, a crow made the first proposal. He urged them to help him raid a fruit orchard.  That the fruit was not theirs was of no moment, he said, because life was a struggle and all that mattered was strength and cunning. He proposed tthat other birds distract the farmer with song and other deceits while he gathered the fruit, which he promised he would then surely share.

The parliament rejected his proposal. By his own words, his promise to share was worth nothing.  (more…)

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September 28th, 2017 09:23:35

The Daring Beaver

August 25th, 2017 by G.

A wandering beaver saw the California redwoods on his left hand and the Pacific Ocean on his right. “At last,” he said, ” I shall build a dam worthy of my ambition!”

Moral: Lofty goals are no substitute for understanding.

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August 25th, 2017 05:38:17

The Shepherd’s Wolves

August 24th, 2017 by Patrick Henry

A shepherd was tired of chasing strays from his large flocks. Exemplary punishment was needed, he decided. He ordered his dogs to kill the next sheep who strayed. But his dogs had been raised from puppies with the flocks. They tucked their tails and slunk away and would not.

At this, the shepherd recalled that he himself, the master, not only had to toil chasing strays but also in butchering the sheep to eat, again because the dogs also would not do this simple task. (more…)

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August 24th, 2017 06:56:29

The Modern Ant and the Grasshopper

July 14th, 2017 by G.

Stolen from Friend of the JG Jamie Huston:

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, laughs, and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

CBS, NBC and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing “It’s Not Easy Being Green.”

Professors publish monographs on ant privilege and give their students extra credit to protest outside the ant’s house.

The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left after the costs of the suit, his home is confiscated by the government.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing the last bits of the ant’s food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around him because he doesn’t maintain it.

The ant has disappeared in the snow.

The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

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July 14th, 2017 07:10:29

The New Fox and the Grapes II

July 11th, 2017 by G.

(Aesop’s fine original here.)

One afternoon a fox was walking through the forest and spotted a bunch of grapes hanging from over a lofty branch.

“Just the thing to quench my thirst,” quoth he.

Taking a few steps back, the fox jumped and just missed the hanging grapes. Again the fox took a few paces back and tried to reach them but still failed.

Finally, the enraged fox said, “those grapes are oppressing me!”

Moral:

When we feel ourselves unfortunate, we look for someone or something to blame.

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July 11th, 2017 05:40:17

The New Fox and the Grapes

July 10th, 2017 by G.

(Aesop’s fine original here.)

One afternoon a fox was walking through the forest and spotted a bunch of grapes hanging from over a lofty branch.

“Just the thing to quench my thirst,” quoth he.

Taking a few steps back, the fox jumped and just missed the hanging grapes. Again the fox took a few paces back and tried to reach them but still failed.

Finally, giving up, the fox turned up his nose and said, “Our society is obsessed with grapes and material values.  My spiritual nature is above such things,” and proceeded to walk away.

Moral:

It’s easy to pride yourself on what you cannot have.

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July 10th, 2017 05:40:57

The Pious Rabbit

March 16th, 2017 by G.

A rabbit went a little way down a small woodland path, then stopped and turned as if to poke into some bushes on the side.

A serpent further down the path, perceiving it, hissed “Stay on the strait and narrow path!”  The rabbit, who was pious, desisted from leaving the path and continued to hop down it.

As it came even with the serpent, the reptile hissed, “Be still, and know that He is God!”  The rabbit reverently ceased to move and composed himself for contemplation.

The serpent approached, but fearing that the rabbit would see him and take to flight, hissed, “at the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow!” Somewhat perplexed as how best his own rabbit anatomy would allow him to comply with this scripture, of which he had just been reminded, the rabbit settled on prostrating himself to the ground.

As the serpent approached nearer, the rabbit heard the rustlings and asked himself out loud, Can this be a snake approaching?”  The serpent gasped as offended.  “How unkind!” it said.  “Should you not love your neighbor as yourself?”  With that, the serpent struck.

The rabbit, imagining himself engaged in pious exercises when in reality only engaged in folly, died and was eaten.

 

Moral: The Savior never said, heed your enemies.

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March 16th, 2017 05:38:16

Small Promises

February 02nd, 2017 by G.

An old woman knew herself to be dying.  She called her son, a captain of soldiers, to visit her bedside.

“My son,” she said, “you know that I have something of the second sight.  I have told you that greatness can be yours if you but reach for it, but you have refused to try.  Now I ask for something less.  I ask you to make me a small promise.  On the first anniversary of my death, on that day, tell no lies.” (more…)

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February 02nd, 2017 10:10:59