Junior Ganymede
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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 Parable of the Repeated Judgment

January 12th, 2018 by The Junior Ganymede

Not so long ago, and not so far away, there was a judge. This judge was very wise, very fair. He feared God and tried his best to seek God’s help to work out people’s problems. People from all over would bring this judge their disagreements so that he could resolve them.

Then one day two women came to him with two babies. One of the babies was alive; one of the babies was dead. One of the women explained. These two women lived in the same house. Each them gave birth to a baby boy, within three days of each other. Nobody but the mothers could tell the babies apart. One night, one of the babies died. (more…)

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January 12th, 2018 12:31:04

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

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

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 Third Parable of Rule

December 19th, 2016 by G.

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The 3rd Parable of Rule is the point of the first two.

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December 19th, 2016 13:30:21