The Wooden Spoon: A Modern Parable
A group of people gathered weekly at their local place of worship. They were followers of a humble man with heart that wouldn’t end and in celebration of that humility, they partook of weekly communion in fellowship by eating soup with a wooden spoon. Everyone was served a bowl and the nourishment reminded them of what they shared as a community and they went forth renewed.
Some went forth to their art studios, grabbed their chisels and paint brushes, inspired and refreshed to create great works of beauty and meaning. Others took up musical instruments and produced enchanting and uplifting melodies. Still others went to gardens and grabbed shovels and trowels and pruners, bringing forth fruits, vegetables and beautiful shade trees.
But, there was another group who insisted that their leader only wished them to use wooden spoons for everything, because that was what he showed them as a tool of shared sustenance and fellowship. They forgot that he was himself a carpenter by trade.
So, they came to the art studio with their spoons and their insistence. Unfortunately, they were unable to carve any marble and found themselves only able to scoop a little mud or clay into unrecognizable forms. The paint smeared when spread with the spoon. They were very angry and said that artistic endeavors were bad!
So, they marched as a group to the music studio and found that the only sound they were able to produce was a cacophony of clacking sounds when they whacked their spoons together. Again, they were angry and insisted that the musical instruments were an abomination.
Last, they went into the garden. They did a little better here. They could dig small holes with the spoons, provided the earth was soft, and they were able to plant small plants. Of course, they couldn’t prune anything and the plants became unruly. And, it took a long time to plant a shade tree, trust me.
Then, worst of all, they discovered that one of their members had used tools for paleontology, had uncovered some preserved soft tissue from a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a 65 million year old Earth stratum, and immediately dipped their spoons in ink, writing very large:
Noah lived with dinosaurs!
The flood of Noah was 4350 yrs ago. This T- rex lived, died, and was buried (protecting it) 4350 yrs ago.
Or do you believe that this T-rex died 65 million yrs ago and still has "stuff" coming out of its blood vessels.
http://creation.com/still-soft-and-stretchy#_ftn4
The Creation Museum
Petersburg, KY
"Prepare to Believe"
Unfortunately, one of the parishioners had a sense of humor and asked the obvious question:
Why didn’t Noah collect two of each kind of Dinosaur like he was supposed to?
Again, they were quite angry. And, the worst part is that using their spoons now spoiled the taste of the soup!
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Tags: Dinosaurs, People, Religion, Science
Sometimes blind faith is better!
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Grannymar, I do believe you are right. I have faith that you are right, lol.
Thanks for commenting on this post – kept me from being skunked! That’s OK, though, sometimes you put something up that grows out of a real situation and don’t worry about how people will take it. It is just something that you think should be said.
I rather imagine a lot of people have thoughts on this one but are afraid to put them forth, lol
Corky
Conrad, you are sulking! Never fear my friend, I shall comment come hell or high water. In this case, ‘Pralaya’, our high water, rather than Noah’s, may be appropriate!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pralaya
I am afraid that I am one of those whose ideas on this subject differ from both creationists and evolutionalists. I belong to that school says that creation is Maya!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_(illusion)
The two of us and some other friends must get together and discuss this matter over some coffee. Perhaps using wooden spoons to stir our coffees.
Incidentally, you stole my thunder and I doff my topi to you for having done so. I wanted to use the same Pickles cartoon in one of my blogs. Great minds think alike I think.
rummuser’s last blog post..Subliminal Messages.
My blind faith is blind. I can’t see any Adam & Eve in a garden of Eden. I don’t think the world is going to come to an end (Revelations) because we are evil. ( We are all a little bit evil.)
I take that back. Mother Teresa, my husband, Jean, Ramana, Conrad & Grannymar aren’t a little bit evil. (Grannymar PRETENDS to be with her Toyboys.)
Bikehikebabe, by saying that I am not a little bit evil, are you suggesting that I am a much bigger evil? I am hurt. And about Grannymar, ask one of her toyboys before you conclude anything about her.
rummuser’s last blog post..The Great Philosopher.
Ah, Ramana, my sulking is but one aspect of Maya. In my illusory culture, the issues covered in this post are matters that we are dealing with in a somewhat awkward manner. I respect all those attempts which are sincere – and are not dedicated to the violation or squelching of the beliefs of others. That leaves me a good deal of room for disrespect on many fronts, I fear, but it also puts upon me the obligation to examine things which many so sincerely believe, my own divergent beliefs included.
I found the revelation this week interesting that Donald Rumsfeld made sure to put Biblical references in all his military briefings and communiques to George Bush. Thus we complete the two-sided coin flipped for 9/11 and both sides are different aspects of Holy War. The mind set that my post is referring to – and, again, which grows from personal reflection upon quite recent events in my own world – has the danger of fostering this approach to the world’s issues. Alas, there must be a comfort in finding the world’s issues as absolutes and simple confrontations of good and evil, but it is one no longer available to me.
My beliefs are probably closer to yours than to traditional Western cultural views regarding reality and creation, but I was born into this Western culture and see it as my assigned outpost for commentary and action…in this life. But, when a philosopher from India who shares a love of Pickles appears… why that can only be permission extended by God to spread my wings and laugh!
bikehikebabe, while the others are fantastic, I am much more lame than you give me credit for! LOL I agree with Ramana that you have opened the door for a much bigger evil for me.
Just you coming around renews me! What a gift.