How encouraging.
"Sir, I'll take that bullet now".
Warlock
by darth frosty 32 Replies latest jw friends
How encouraging.
"Sir, I'll take that bullet now".
Warlock
Wooow.
That's the kind of story that should speak to the wolf under many a sheep's clothing.
To thine own wolf be true: never trust a farmer.
Are they really so presumptuous to think that the creator of the WHOLE FARKING ENCHILADA is going to notice one window washer because he went to some meetings and never messed around on his wife?
Oh puhleeeeeeze!
DUB or not can we deny Mt 7:23?
bczar
There was a farmer who raised sheep. He said he loved his sheep and didn't want to lose even one of them. But his treatment of the sheep was harsh and unloving. He kept them penned day and night and fed them dry straw though there were lush green pastures outside. The sheep never felt the sun on their faces nor did they know the joy of running through the fields. Every spring the farmer sheared their fleece, and they shivered in the cold. In the autumn, the farmer would lead several sheep outside the pen, never to be seen again. The sheep were miserable but too afraid to leave their sheep pen, the only home they'd ever known.
One day the wolves came, and the farmer quickly raised his rifle and POW! killed every wolf he shot at. Afterward, he showed the terrified sheep the wolf carcasses to demonstrate how dangerous the outside world was. "If you ever leave my protection," the farmer said, "you'll end up as dead as these wolves."
One day, a young sheep that had been especially unhappy smelled the grass outside, and his yearning grew too strong to resist. He pushed at a loose board in the dark sheep pen until it gave way and he was outside for the first time. He was terrified that wolves might be near, but as he began to eat the grass and drink cool water from the brook, he realized that life outside the pen, even with the threat of wolves, was infinitely better than the dark, unhappy life inside the pen.
For three seasons the young sheep lived with the deer, rabbits, and birds. His new friends showed him the best places to graze, where to shelter from winter storms, and how to avoid going near the wolves' lair.
It was such fun, and he was glad for the choice he made. But he never forgot the family and friends he had left behind in the pen. He decided to go back and show them the wonderful world waiting for them outside the sheep pen. He found his way back and called to his friends to leave the darkness and come out. Some of the sheep were still too frightened to leave, but many squeezed through the opening the young sheep had made and came outside.
The farmer heard his sheep escaping from the pen, so he grabbed his rifle and ran to force them back inside. The young sheep loudly exclaimed, "NO, they are my friends; don't hurt them." But the farmer said, "You're one of my sheep; do as you're told! Your only safeguard from the wolves is to stay inside the pen where I can protect you!"
But the sheep looked at the farmer and saw how cruel he was -- pretending to care for them while secretly wearing their wool and eating their flesh. The young sheep said to the farmer, "I know you now. You abuse us, lie to us, and kill us, all the while saying you love and protect us. YOU are the true wolf! You deserve death for such treatment, but we'll let you live. Living each day with the knowledge of your hypocrisy is punishment enough."
The farmer became enraged and wanted to shoot the sheep for daring to think for themselves, but he knew that if he did, the rest of the flock still imprisoned would understand the truth about the farmer and revolt.
The young sheep turned to his friends and said, "Let's go explore this wondrous world together. And maybe, with a little love and encouragement from us, the rest of the sheep will one day see the farmer for the wolf he is and come join us."
THE END (and I don't mean Armageddon).
Nice, parakeet. Good work.
Thanks, underbeliever. I wrote it to prove that one can create a parable to illustrate just about any point one cares to make.
Not yesterday....I had my Halloween costume on.
*golfclap* Well done, parakeet.
Guess what, I don't want to be recognized. If I am recognized, do me a favor and pretend you don't recognize me.