Category Archives: Modern-Day Parables
Here is how people in Galilee and Jerusalem responded to the demise of this beloved and controversial prophet.
“God can sustain us in the event we are being marginalized, cast aside, and silenced. But even if He does not protect us from your penalties and fines, we want you as a society to know that we will not serve your gods or celebrate the gold statue you set up.”
Once upon a time, there was a dog that lived in a sprawling house in the middle of the city. Though the house had plenty of doggie toys and plenty of room for play, the city dog hated being cooped up inside. Day after day, it looked longingly out the window and past the fenced-in yard around the house to the street where cars zoomed and pedestrians rushed by. The dog made little use of its spacious accommodations, choosing instead to focus on the doors that were always closed and the curtains that were always drawn.
Every evening, the city dog anxiously awaited the arrival of its master – not because it loved the master but because the master’s arrival provided an opportunity for escape. As soon as the dog heard the master’s keys jingle outside the door, it attempted a mad dash out of the house and into the yard. But without fail the good master, with a pained expression of disappointment, made sure the dog stayed inside where no harm might befall it. Wearily the dog would retreat to a corner of the house and start planning its next escape.
A dozen miles away, there was another dog. This dog lived in a one-room house set on a sprawling country farm. At one edge of the farm’s borders was a cliff overlooking a rushing river. On the other side was a dark forest. But no fences were present. The country dog was free to roam …
Once upon a time, there was a family who had been entrusted with the most priceless Treasure on earth. The family prized it, cherished it, and spoke freely of it to everyone around. The family celebrated their inheritance by placing it in a large box wrapped in shiny paper and closed shut with bows and ribbons.
As the years passed, the Treasure was seen less and less. The family’s fascination shifted from the Treasure itself to the decorations that adorned it.
One day, the family invited all their friends and neighbors to come over and see the Treasure. They showed the neighbors the bows and ribbons and wrapping paper. They opened the box to find nothing inside. But it had been so long since anyone had seen the Treasure, that no one was too concerned. The Treasure was missing, but all the wrapping was still there.
So the family celebrated the wrapping and the bows and ribbons, saying that this was the inheritance, while the neighbors went away sad, saying, “We hoped to see the Treasure.”
written by Trevin Wax. © 2007 Kingdom People Blog
Grandpa and Grandma stepped out of their car and boarded a shuttle that whisked them away to their megachurch’s main sanctuary. Both had been regular attenders of Higher Heights Church since its founding half a century before. That small congregation of thirty had grown consistently for the first twenty years before seeing an explosion of growth in the early 1980’s. Now numbers swelled to over 25,000 a week.
The shuttle arrived at the main entrance to the sanctuary, but Grandpa and Grandma didn’t go into the main auditorium. Instead, they began walking down the corridor, past the coffee shop, bookstore, and art gallery to a small chapel that seated around 250 people.
Grandpa nodded to the old faces he saw. Many of the people had been there for more than thirty years. Others were newcomers, but still welcome. The couple took their seats in the chapel. The organist began playing “Faith of our Fathers.” This was the prelude to the traditional worship service that Grandpa and Grandma were expecting.
“Where’s John tonight?” Grandpa asked, wondering about their only son.
“Oh, he’s at the worship venue in that big tent we passed along the way here,” Grandma replied.
“The outdoor one?” Grandpa asked.
“That’s the one,” Grandma nodded. “It’s the one called ‘Heavenly Stairway,’ – you know, the one with all that Classic Rock of the 70’s.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Grandpa sighed. “He always did love those bands.” After a pause, he added, “But Sarah couldn’t stand that kind of music. I wonder how he …