Psychiatrists tell us that a common complaint of their patients is “I don’t seem to be going anywhere with my life.” Reason enough, to be in the grip of despair. One is reminded of the ancient parable of life in which a young sea horse said to his father…
“Give me my inheritance. It’s time for me to live my own life. I’m going to seek my fortune.” (more…)
The â€œFable of the Birdsâ€ is a story about creation. All the newly made animals were walking around discovering what it was like to be alive — all, that is, except the birds! They stood around complaining because God had given them a heavy burden that heâ€™d given no other animalâ€”awkward appendages attached to their shoulders.
A little girl sat at her grandmother’s feet to listen to the creation story from the Book of Genesis. As the wondrous tale unfolded, the grandmother noticed that the child was unusually quiet. “Well, what do you think of it, dear?” she asked. “Wow,Â I love it, Grandma,” the child answered, “you never know what God’s going to do next.”