The Two Sons...
Long ago there was a village with two sons . They were young men from different families, but they came from the same village.
They were both musical and they both knew how to speak to a crowd in the village about the important things in life. In time, many in the village spoke highly of both men . These young men were also very different for each other. One of them was very careful to thank and please those who were in positions of power and influence. he watched and waited to acknowledge those who could impact his life.
The other young man was passionate, headstrong, and did not take the time to nurture influence or even thank people when it would have been wise. He viewed the need for the political ways of village life as dishonest and unnecessary. It was a mistake he would pay for.
In time there was a conflict between these two men. The political skills of one of the one young man gave him a way to turn the minds and hearts of the villagers . He was not an evil young man, it was just the way that he knew. But, the hearts of some of the villagers of influence were dark and they began to condemn the passionate young man. Stories began to emerge about the passionate young man which were not true, but they had a momentum all of their own because of the hearts of some villagers.
The mayor of the village knew that something must be done . He gathered all of the wise men and women of the village together and questioned the passionate young man about his crimes . The passionate young man protested and remained transparent, but sadly lacked the political skill or influence to weather the onslaught of stories and vitriol from the angry villagers.
The group of villagers of influence told the passionate young man that they had little choice but to condemn him because the stories and accounts were too powerful . The passionate young man did not await sentence, but left the village, sad and anguished about the relationships that were lost.
After much time had passed, the King rode through the village and asked where the passionate young man had gone. The villagers told the King that the passionate young man was a fallen man and was not worth recovering, so He should forget about him and enjoy the village. The King looked suddenly very sad and said, "Don't you understand, all of you are fallen , but I forgave your debts to me and I continued to give you the love and generosity of my kingdom."
With that, the King shook his head and rode out of the village, expressing love for everyone there and a sense of sadness for the fears and anger of some villagers concerning the passionate young man...
Long ago there was a village with two sons . They were young men from different families, but they came from the same village.
They were both musical and they both knew how to speak to a crowd in the village about the important things in life. In time, many in the village spoke highly of both men . These young men were also very different for each other. One of them was very careful to thank and please those who were in positions of power and influence. he watched and waited to acknowledge those who could impact his life.
The other young man was passionate, headstrong, and did not take the time to nurture influence or even thank people when it would have been wise. He viewed the need for the political ways of village life as dishonest and unnecessary. It was a mistake he would pay for.
In time there was a conflict between these two men. The political skills of one of the one young man gave him a way to turn the minds and hearts of the villagers . He was not an evil young man, it was just the way that he knew. But, the hearts of some of the villagers of influence were dark and they began to condemn the passionate young man. Stories began to emerge about the passionate young man which were not true, but they had a momentum all of their own because of the hearts of some villagers.
The mayor of the village knew that something must be done . He gathered all of the wise men and women of the village together and questioned the passionate young man about his crimes . The passionate young man protested and remained transparent, but sadly lacked the political skill or influence to weather the onslaught of stories and vitriol from the angry villagers.
The group of villagers of influence told the passionate young man that they had little choice but to condemn him because the stories and accounts were too powerful . The passionate young man did not await sentence, but left the village, sad and anguished about the relationships that were lost.
After much time had passed, the King rode through the village and asked where the passionate young man had gone. The villagers told the King that the passionate young man was a fallen man and was not worth recovering, so He should forget about him and enjoy the village. The King looked suddenly very sad and said, "Don't you understand, all of you are fallen , but I forgave your debts to me and I continued to give you the love and generosity of my kingdom."
With that, the King shook his head and rode out of the village, expressing love for everyone there and a sense of sadness for the fears and anger of some villagers concerning the passionate young man...
posted by mark at 11:50 AM
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“One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.”
Mark Twain
Never assume the obvious is true. ~William Safire, Sleeper Spy
My uncle ordered popovers
from the restaurant's bill of fare.
And, when they were served,
he regarded them with a penetrating stare.
Then he spoke great words of wisdom
as he sat there on that chair:
"To eat these things," said my uncle,
"You must exercise great care.
You may swallow down what's solid,
but you must spit out the air!"
And as you partake of the world's bill of fare,
that's darned good advice to follow.
Do a lot of spitting out the hot air.
And be careful what you swallow.
~Dr. Seuss
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I'm missing the Village Idiot :-9
"We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another."
Jonathan Swift
As of this time, this blog makes even more sense to me than it did before...
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