The story of two fathers


In a small town there were two fathers, Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith. Both of them had sons who wanted to sow their wild oats.

When Mr. Jones’ son got in trouble at school for not turning in an assignment, Mr. Jones quickly grounded his son and made his son do his homework. Later on when the son was caught smoking marijuana in the school bathroom and was expelled, Mr. Jones made sure to enroll his son in an alternative school that taught proper discipline. When the son was arrested for theft, Mr. Jones did not bail out his son, but rather let his son sit in jail to learn from his deeds. Eventually the son grew to learn there are consequences for his actions. During this entire time the father did not yell at the son, beat the son, or refuse to accept the son during the son’s times of repentance. Rather, he simply let his son endure the natural consequences for his actions.

Mr. Smith, however, took a different approach to parenting. When his son didn’t turn in a grade assignment, Mr. Smith simply affirmed his son’s choice. He figured his son was experimenting with alternative ways to learn. When his son was caught getting high on school grounds, the father went to the defense of his son asking why the school had such strict regulations to begin with. When he was caught for stealing, Mr. Smith posted bail and hired an excellent defense attorney for his son, because he couldn’t bear to see his son go to jail and suffer.

Which father displayed the greater love? The one who disciplined the son or the one who affirmed the son?

 

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A Modern Good Samaritan (A Parable)


An illegal immigrant became separated from his group one day while crossing the border in Arizona. After spending two days in the desert he finally, out of water, collapsed due to dehydration. After accepting his fate, hope was reignited when he saw a group of hikers heading his way.

The group was from a local town and the entire group happened to be composed of Christians. As the group was spread out, each approached the Mexican one by one.

The first Christian, who was the intellectual of the group, came up to the Mexican and realized the Mexican was dehydrated. “Men who go days without water die of dehydration. This man has gone days without water. Therefore, this man will die.” Upon realizing this, the Christian took pity on the man. “People who are dehydrated are so because they lack information on proper hydration. This man is dehydrated. Therefore, he lacks proper information on hydration.” After smiling, the Christian gave the Mexican a 500-page book on proper hydration and walked away.

The second Christian, who tended to be the political crusader of the group, came upon the Mexican and was immediately outraged. “How dare you come into my country illegally! God told us in Romans to obey our governments. How are you obeying our government by coming over illegally?” The Mexican man simply looked up at the Christian and, in a thick accent, said, “Water?” The Christian man was irate. “Water?! Water?! You want to come over and use AMERICA’S water?! How about I show you what the Second Amendment is all about?! You’re lucky I’m a Christian am-ee-go.” With that, he stormed off away from the dying Mexican.

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A Nietzschean Parable of sorts


A long time ago in an ancient kingdom, the young peasant decided one day to go throw rocks at the king’s castle.

As the young peasant was walking along the street with an angry look on his face, an old fellow with a big bushy mustache and a thick German accent came up to the young lad with an inquisitive look upon his face.

“And where might you be going?” asked the old man.

“I am heading to the castle to throw rocks at the king’s windows.”

“And why might you want to do that?”

“What concern of yours is it old man?” the young peasant replied.

“Ah, have you not heard of me? I am the greatest spectacle this town has ever seen. My name is Zarathustra. Many find me crazy. Many others hate me. But I hold out hope that one day someone will grasp my teachings. Until then, it is my curse to be mocked – ever since I came down the mountain to enlighten this…this…herd I have had nothing but mockery!” Zarathustra let out a frustrated laugh that made the young peasant think that this man was truly mad. “Now, let us walk to the castle to throw stones at the windows and along the way tell me why you have such a desire.”

As they walked along the path, the young peasant opened up to Zarathustra and began to tell him why he desired to throw rocks at the king’s castle. The peasant said it all began when his farm was burned to the ground five years ago. He had just inherited it from his father and was beginning to make a profit on the land when raiders from the underworld burned his crop to the ground. The king did not send an army for vengeance; in fact, the peasant theorized there was no army at all. This had happened to other farmers as well – so if there was an army, why weren’t they fighting?

The second incident that raised the ire of the young peasant was that the local town – which was supposedly under the sovereignty of the king – was left lawless. People were left to fend for themselves or to form police forces. This, however, did not stop the constant fighting, brawling, rapes, and even murders. It seemed that if the king were sovereign over such a town, certainly he would intervene to stop such lawlessness.

The third and final incident was when the young peasant passed a group of starving orphans. These children had not eaten for days, but the king’s generosity was no where to be found. The young peasant decided that the king must be responsible for these evils.

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A Parable of Sorts


There is a town in rural Texas that has an interesting intersection.  Just outside of the Metroplex (Dallas-Fort Worth for all non-Texans), this town is close enough to the Metroplex to drive into, but far enough away that it’s free from hectic city life.

This one particular intersection, however, draws interest, because at each corner is a church. These are the only four churches for the town. Here is a description of each church:

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