The son of a carpenter

There was once a maker of fine furniture. He was known far and wide for his unique style and excellent craftsmanship. Because the quality of the furniture was unmatched a great many orders were placed. This kept the man busy all day and sometimes into the night.

He had a son, who he had raised with the hope he would one day inherit his work. But as the son got older he grew more bitter at his father for never giving him what he felt he deserved. The son stopped working in his fathers workshop and became more and more demanding of his fathers resources to be spent on his own pleasures. The son filled himself with every pleasure he could buy.

One day the father, seeing the self destructive nature of his son, cut him off from his wealth. The son left his fathers house in search of the food and drink he craved. For a time the son was able to find the things he craved. But, after some time the cravings grew more intense and friend after friend began turning the son away.

One night as the son wandered down the street he came upon his fathers workshop empty and closed for the night. This son became bitter and filled with rage saying my father has done this to me. So, the son broke into his fathers furniture shop and began pounding on and driving nails into all of his fathers finished work

The son made quite a noise swearing and carrying on as he worked over the furniture. When he exhausted himself he collapsed onto the ground. Looking up he saw his father had been watching him for some time. The father was weeping.

The son said "That's right father, weep for your precious furniture."

"I am weeping for you my son, not this furniture. All this is nothing more than wood and metal. But, you my son are flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. The Son wept with his father and finally forgave him.

The next morning the son came to his fathers shop and was amazed to find it clean and orderly. Most of the damage he had caused had been repaired. But, upon closer inspection the marks in the fine wood were still present.

The father was fast asleep propped up against a desk with a can of wood stain and a brush in his hands. He had been up all night repairing the furniture.

For a long time the son stood and watched his father. When the father awoke the son started "father I am sorry..." But, his father interrupted him, "Son I can never 'fix' these pieces of furniture. The damage you caused will always be present, it will always mark these things, just as it marks you and I. However just because they bear these scars does not mean they are wasted. In fact it gives many of them a new caricature. In many ways they are more authentic and valuable than they were before."

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Commentary

Was the father working so much to provide the son with a better life?

Was the son grateful for the fathers work?

What void was the son trying to fill?

Would the son have had that void to fill if the father had slowed down and spent more time with him?

Do we expect to be healed of our scars or does having them make us more valuable?

ritual significance

There was once a monastery in the mountains that had become known as a place for quiet reflection and deeply spiritual prayer. The Abbot was known far and wide for his ability to lead others in evening prayers in such a way it was said the veil of heaven was pulled back for a short time. Pilgrims from far away traveled to learn from the monks.

One day as the monks began their evening prayers, the dog who lived in the monastery made such noise that it distracted them. So the Abbot ordered that the dog be tied up during the evening prayers. Day after day the dog became riled up and made a fuss as time for evening prayers approached, and so day after day the Abbot ordered the Dog tied up.

Years later, when the Abbot died, the dog continued to be tied up during the evening prayers.When the dog eventually died, another dog was brought to the monastery and tied up each evening before prayers. Pilgrims continued to come to the monastery from all over the known world.

Over the centuries learned descendants of the Abbot and his disciples wrote scholarly treatises about the ritual significance of tying up a dog for evening prayers. They perfected the manor in which the dog was to be bound, and even prescribed how the dog was to be selected and how it was to be treated before and after the evening prayers. As time passed the practice of tying up a dog before evening prayers spread to every corner of the church.

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This parable was written under the influence of Mark 7:7-8

"They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.'You have let go of the commands of God and are holding on to the traditions of men."And he said to them: "You have a fine way of setting aside the commands of God in order to observe your own traditions!" -Jesus

This parable almost seems ridiculous on the surface. Who among us would believe that tying up a dog would be required for our prayer life.

However Are there not a great many things we assume need to be done in order to be closer to God?

How many of those things are spelled out as necessary in the bible?

How many are rituals handed down to us by man?

This Too Shall Pass

A Woman went to her pastor and said, "My prayer life is horrible! I feel so distracted, and unfocused. I can't remember who or what I promised to pray for through out the day, and worst of all I often fall asleep. It's just horrible!"

"Don't fret sister, this too shall pass," the pastor said matter-of-factly.

A month later, She came back to her pastor, "My prayer life is wonderful! I feel so aware, so connected, so alive! It's just wonderful!'

"Don't fret sister, this too shall pass," the pastor said matter-of-factly.

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Commentary

In life we often pass through phases of connectedness to the divine.

These phases have been called spiritual deserts, spiritual winters, seasons of dryness, being on fire, baptized in the spirit, ect...

Many pastors, writers, and theologians have devoted much energy to helping people through the down and dry phases while ignoring that the place they desire to move their charges "back to" is simply an equal part of the ebb and flow of our human brokenness.

The humble convert and the self righteous elders

One day Pastor was performing the traditional Sunday morning prayer during his church meeting. A new convert was among the church listening to the prayer. The man was seized with such joy he interrupted the pastors prayer to shout. But being a new convert the man was not familiar with the language that the tradition of the people required him to use. So the Man uttered a word that is used by the people of his culture to express joy and excitement.

"F@#%ing   A!"

The Pastor paused for an uncomfortable minute and then finished his prayer. The elders of the church immediately began to chide the man for speaking "You interrupted the sacred prayer on the holy morning, and whats worse you used foul and improper language."

From his pulpit the pastor joined in, "Young man that is not acceptable language to address the Lord of all creation. We have sacred ways handed down to us by our forefathers from their forefathers that tell us exactly what and how a man may address the divine."

The man sat trembling with fear and embarrassment. Then when he could take it no longer God sent an angel among them.

"Fear F@#%ing not" began the angel "The Lord your God wishes that his people stop chastising this simple man, his sincere curse moved us more than the many pious wordy prayers you have memorized and continue to utter over and over all the years you have been meeting together."


*** I wrote this parable under the influence of the story found in Luke 18. Here Jesus points out that God prefers a humble sinner to a self righteous Pharisee.

And Mark 7 where Jesus quotes Isaiah and says "These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far away. Their worship is a farce, for they replace God's commands with their own man-made teachings.' For you ignore God's specific laws and substitute your own traditions."

And "Fear not" is something angels tend to say when they first come on the scene.

The American Beatitudes

The American Beatitudes
Now when he saw the television cameras, he sat down and began to teach them saying:
Blessed are those who believe the right things, for theirs will be the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who are healthy, for they will live long.
Blessed are the proud, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for money, for they will drive the markets.
Blessed are the unforgiving, for they will get even.
Blessed are the sly and sneaky, for they will get ahead.
Blessed are the war-hawks, for they will be called patriots.
Blessed are those who rent billboards and make signs to protest immoral people, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when people complement you, praise you, and idolize you saying all kinds of great things about you because of the work of your publicist. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward!

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This parable is an adaptation, some would say a gross distortion, of Jesus beatitudes. I wanted to show the shocking difference between what we say we believe and what we actually do.
If you are unfamiliar with Jesus beatitudes Check this out:
http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mat&c=5&v=1&t=NIV#top

One chilly fall day in an average town on Sunday

***A Parable
One chilly fall day in an average town on Sunday.

The parking lot of the building where the church met was filling up quickly. Church members were whispering among themselves as they walked into building. For outside leaning up against the outer wall of the building was a man looking as if he were asleep or passed out more likely.

The man had on a old stained coat that was mostly in shreds, his beard was extremely long and dirty, his long unkempt hair stuck out from under his hat. One of his boots had no laces and the other had duct tape wrapped around the toes to hold it together.

Judging by the smell, which was evident even at a distance the good folks could tell the man was homeless and and had probably passed out sometime during the night. This being known since many of the folks had attended the Saturday prayer meeting in which the pastor had led them in praying that God bless them with revival so that they could bring Jesus to their city.

Many of the congregation gathered in the vestibule to fellowship for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man lying outside. People snickered and sneered, some spoke in low voices asking why the police had not been successful in cleaning up the neighborhood.

When all of the people dressed in their Sunday best had gone in and began singing, Jesus got up from the place where he had been laying next to the building and with his with his head down and a tear in his eye went out to find the church.

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I was under the influence of the following texts when I wrote this parable:

Mat 8 in which Jesus says "The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head."

Mat 25 in which Jesus says "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."

And the idea introduced by mother Teresa that the poor and suffering are just "Jesus in his most distressing disguise."

Which one will you feed?

Once not long ago a young girl sat the the feet of her Rabbi and listened to him teach. They were at a zoo and as Rabbis often do he used the imagery all around them to give his lessons.

They were near a cage containing two lions. One of the Lions appeared to be larger and much better cared for. As the zoo attendants came to bring the lions their meal the rabbi called the girl's attention to what was taking place.

Both Lions approached the food at the same time. Then there was a terrible roar from the larger lion followed by swiping of claws and a gnashing of teeth. The smaller weaker lion was knocked away from the food and the larger lion ate her fill.

The student turned to her Rabbi to question him but he silenced her.

"This same struggle goes on in each of us, we want joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, generosity, and faith. Yet we also harbor anger, envy, greed, arrogance, resentment, pride, and ego." he wispered.

The student pondered this then asked "Which lion will win?"

"The one you feed will always be stronger."

"Then if I feed the one there is no hope for the other?"

"Nether will ever kill the other so there is always hope."