For my new followers (thanks for following!), I want to explain something really quick. I try to keep the Sabbath Holy on Sunday in my writing. The rest of the week I’ll write about aliens and monsters, my writing journey, and an awesome dessert I just discovered. But on Sunday, I dedicate my writing to things of God and His Spirit. This is my own personal way that I can keep His day holy.
Please don’t think that I’m judging anyone. If you know anything about me, I want you to know that I respect everyone’s right to worship – or not – as each sees fit.
OK, enough explaining. Today’s parable is a story my friend told me:
My friends rents a house with goats on the property. Part of her rent is taking care of these goats. Every night, she corals them all into the barn, where they will be safe from the wild nocturnal animals in the area.
Lately, she said, the goats had been having social problems. Some of the goats were refusing to go in the barn because those other goats were in there. No matter how my friend tried to get them all safely in, the little goat-pride squabbles wouldn’t let her.
“Well,” she told me, “we lost two goats.”
A mother from one family, and a baby from another were attacked during the night.
Now, after this tragedy, my friend finds it easier to get the goats into the barn.
Aren’t we all, at one time or another, kind of like these goats? We let our pride keep us in dangerous situations, and we don’t listen to the wise council of those who know where safety can be found.
When we find ourselves holding onto a little pride, may we all stop being goats and instead seek spiritual safety.
What parables have you heard or seen recently?
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