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I see we have a part of The Parable of The Sower here. To me that is the only NT parable that made any sense, because seed behaves in that manner. Some grows to fruition, some is smothered, some shoots up and dies back, some fails to germinate.
I did notice, though, that no version of the parable that I have read so far talks about seed that falls into the vision of the beholder and becomes invisible. Nor does it mention a troupe of people with buckets of whitewash painting over the seed in case anyone sees it.
I see other NT parables here at present, too.
Logically I had always preferred to be in the dark with the foolish virgins. It seemed to be far more fun. There seemed to be scope for fewer virgins after the event was over. Today it strikes me that it is no fun at all. I;d rather be in the light with the wise virgins after all.
Perhaps the light will shine sufficiently upon the whitewash and burn it away.
Anyone care to suggest any further parables?
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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timmy wrote:
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> Anyone care to suggest any further parables?
The Parable of the Blasted Fig Tree - about having irrational and unreasonable expectations, and blighting something for failing to live up to those expectations, springs rather readily to mind.
Mark 11:12-20, and elsewhere.
"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. ... Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night devoid of stars." Martin Luther King
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timmy
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So you would prefer the ideals I express and always have expressed for this forum to be abandoned?
It is not I who am cursing this place, who am telling it never to bear fruit. It is the various travellers pissing against the trunk with caustic urine and killing it.
Me, I have tended it, applied fertiliser, tended the soil and watched it grow and flourish. I have made sure that strangers can shelter under its canopy. And I have watched as the canopy has been shredded and the roots all but killed.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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NT Matthew 7:3
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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Thanks guys...I don't own a Bible to look up all these things, I didn't have room on my fiction shelf. ;-D
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. (Sir Francis Bacon 1561-1626)
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timmy
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Parables have never pretended to be real. Mostly they are a farcical part of a teaching session, dumbed down for the people to understand. They are propaganda, mainly, seeking to make a point. The one that has annoyed me most is that one about the prodigal son.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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