Be The Few

 In a recent conversation I shared a past miraculous spiritual experience with a fellow believer.  I told them that there were only a handful of people on this planet that I would share that experience with.  I shared a pearl with them and they appreciated its value. In times past when I received a revelation, I wanted to share it with the entire world.  That is a bad idea. Matthew 7:6   Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast your pearls before the swine, lest haply they trample them under their feet, and turn and rend you. Our Lord is clearly intimating that we are not to give holy revelations to unbelievers.  Frankly, there is no point.  They are unbelievers and they will not believe us in the first place. Pigs do not appreciate the value of pearls.  They just trample them as you display them.  Then they often turn and rend you for your error. This principle holds true in the church as well.  We can start...

Last year, I read a post and the last sentence made me think, “And the empty pot awaits, ready for a fresh batch.” It reminded me of the story of Stone Soup. If you’ve never heard of it, here’s a synopsis of this version of the story: Many years ago in Eastern Europe, people hoarded their food in a time of famine. One day, a soldier wandered into a village and asked to stay for the night. The people told him to move on as there was no food. “Oh, I have everything I need,” he said. “In fact, I was thinking of making some stone soup to share with all of you.” Pulling out all he needed from his wagon, he filled his cauldron with water and built a fire for it. Then, he took a velvet bag and drew out an ordinary stone and dropped it into the water. The rumor of food spread and the villagers came to the square to find out. As the soldier sniffed the broth, he said, “Ahh, I do like a tasty stone soup. Of course, stone soup with cabbage – now that’s hard to beat.” Soon a village...

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this ...