Truth entered a village naked as the day she was born. The villagers had one look at the naked truth and were afraid of the stark harshness and drove her out in anger and malice.
Dejected, the Truth wandered in the desert. Without food and nourishment, she weakened and would have soon died of loneliness. One day she got to the home of the Parable. Parable took her in, nursed her back to life. Soon the Truth was feeling well again. This time she returned to the same village clothed in a parable and was welcome and accepted with ease.
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PONDER AND CONSIDER
Whenever, and wherever stories are told – be it through teaching, preaching, counselling, spiritual companionship, management – a chord is plucked within the understanding of the listeners. Often the story is heard by the ear, but listened to by the sub-conscious mind where its deeper meaning resides.
A young missionary priest was assigned to work in Central America. Upon arrival, and after settling in, the leader of the community picked up the young priest and took him to meet the people. At that time, as was the custom, everyone was having a bath in the river men, women and children, all stark naked. No malice!
When the priest saw this, he was shocked and very upset! He called the leader and he commanded him to let the people know that it was not proper for men, women and children to bathe naked together in the same river. “From now on”, the priest said, “bathing will happen separately.”
One of the man, sensing the upset, got out of the river, ran towards the priest and said, “Father, what’s wrong with you! What’s the difference, if we take a bath separately or together, it is the same water!”
- When we project our fears and our unease onto others aren’t we judging them?
- Can it be that wrongdoing and rightdoing exist only in our heads?
- Can it be that our unreflective intrusions and the enforcement of our way of thinking wound and disturb the innocence of the others whom we are trying to teach and help?
A young man went to the public baths. He undressed. With everybody unclothed everybody looked pretty much alike. Confused, he thought, “now when it is time to go home how will I know which one is me?” So he found a piece of red string and tied it round his right toe. Now he had a distinctive identity to who he was.
The problem was that as he continued bathing and showering the string fell off, and what was interesting is that another bather stepped on it and the red string adhered to his toe. And so when it came time to go home and took a look at his foot there was nothing there!
Then he noticed the red string on another bather a few feet away. He approached him and said “pardon me sir. I know who you are but can you tell me who I am?”
- A true identity is meaningless if it is given to us by someone else.
- Who or what is defining you?