The Parable of the Spoon

I came across this story and it has been perfect to share it with those who are serving either as missionaries, of just about anyone who has done a selfless act of kindness or done some type of service. I give this poem with a large wooden spoon. At times I even add an apron too. 

 

THE PARABLE OF THE SPOON

There were two doors.  Inside the first one, in the middle of the room, was a large round table with a large pot of stew. It smelled delicious but the people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles and because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

 

In contrast, behind the second door, the room appeared exactly the same. There was the large round table with the large pot of wonderful stew that made the man’s mouth water. The people had the same long-handled spoons, but they were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

 

The man said, “I don’t understand.”

God smiled. “It is simple,” He said, “Love only requires one skill. These people learned early to feed one another. Those who are hungry are greedy people, and they think only of themselves.” 

 

If people only lived the one commandment to love and care for one another what a world this would be. 

 

Con amor,

Vero