Tuesday, May 28, 2019
But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of
fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
gentleness, and self-control. There is
no law against these things! Galatians
5:22-23
There was
once a fellow who, with his dad, farmed a little piece of land. Several times a year they would load up the
old ox-drawn cart with vegetables and go into the nearest city to sell their
produce. Except for their name and the
patch of ground, father and son had little in common. The old man believed in taking it easy. The boy was usually in a hurry – the
go-getter type.
One
morning, bright and early, they hitched up the ox to the loaded cart and
started on the long journey. The son
figured that if they walked faster, kept going all day and night, they’d make
market by early the next morning. So he
kept prodding the ox with a stick, urging the beast to get a move on. Take it easy, son, said the old
man. You’ll last longer. But if we get to market ahead of the others,
we’ll have a better chance of getting good prices, argued the son. No reply.
Dad just pulled his hat down over his eyes and fell asleep on the
seat. Itchy and irritated, the young man
kept goading the ox to walk faster. His
stubborn pace refused to change.
Four hours
and four miles later down the road, they came to a little house. The father woke up, smiled, and said, Here’s
your uncle’s place. Let’s stop in and
say hello. But we’ve lost an hour already,
complained the hot shot. Then
a few more minutes won’t matter. My
brother and I live so close, yet we see each other so seldom, the
father answered slowly. The boy fidgeted
and fumed while the two old men laughed and talked away almost an hour. On the move again, the man took his turn
leading the ox. As they approached a
fork in the road, the father led the ox to the right. The left is the shorter way, said
the son. I know it, replied the
old man, but this way is much prettier.
Have you no respect for time? the young man asked impatiently. Oh, I respect it very much! That’s why I like to use it to look at beauty
and enjoy each moment to the fullest.
The
winding path led through graceful meadows, wildflowers, and along a rippling
stream – all of which the young man missed as he churned within, preoccupied
and boiling with anxiety. He didn’t even
notice how lovely the sunset was that day.
Twilight found them in what looked like a huge, colorful garden. The old man breathed in the aroma, listened
to the bubbling brook, and pulled the ox to a halt. Let’s sleep here, he sighed. This is the last trip I’m taking with you,
snapped the son. You’re more interested in
watching sunsets and smelling flowers than in making money! Why, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said in
a long time, smiled the dad. A
couple of minutes later he was snoring – as his boy glared back at the
stars. The night dragged slowly, the son
was restless.
Before
sunrise the young man hurriedly shook his father awake. They hitched up and went on. About a mile down the road they happened upon
another farmer – a total stranger – trying to pull his cart out of a ditch. Let’s give him a hand, whispered the
old man. And lose more time? the
boy exploded. Relax son. You might be in a ditch sometime
yourself. We need to help others in need
– don’t forget that. The boy
looked away in anger.
It was almost
eight o’clock that morning
by the time the other cart was back on the road. Suddenly, a great flash split the sky. What sounded like thunder followed. Beyond the hills, the sky grew dark. Looks like a big rain in the city,
said the old man. If we had hurried, we’d be almost
sold out by now, grumbled his son.
Take it easy, you’ll last longer.
And you’ll enjoy life so much more, counseled the kind old
gentleman.
It was
late afternoon by the time they got to the hill overlooking the city. They stopped and stared down at it for a long
time. Neither of them said a word. Finally, the young man put his hand on his father’s
shoulder and said, I see what you mean, Dad. They
turned their cart around and began to roll slowly away from what had once been
the city of Hiroshima.[2]
No matter
what you have been spending your time on in this life, the patient God of grace
has offered to you this life handle, that whosoever will, may come to Him. If you have discovered that you have been
struggling to get through this life, and there are no handles for holding-on anymore,
the Lord Jesus extends His hand to you.
Grab on! He is patiently waiting.
You chew on that as you hit the
Rocky Road; have a blessed day.
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[2] Charles R. Swindoll, Swindoll’s Ultimate Book of Illustrations
& Quotes, (Nashville, Thomas Nelson Inc., 1998)
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