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Hello! My name is Carol Blomberg. I
came to faith in Yeshua a little over
four years ago. It was at this time the
Lord called me to intercessory prayer
and although I am not Jewish, the Lord
supernaturally placed in my heart a
great love for Israel, the Jewish people
and an overwhelming hunger to seek out
my Christian Jewish roots. As an
intercessor, the Lord began to show me
his great love for Israel, His beloved,
and through symbolism began to speak to
me about the church and His desire for
healing to come between the two. "His
purpose was to create in himself one new
man out of the two, thus making peace,
and in this one body to reconcile both
of them to God through the cross, by
which he put to death their hostility."
In Yeshua's Great Love,
I walked away numb inside, not knowing
what had happened and I heard the voice
of one offended say, "How dare they
treat me this way."
I fell asleep wondering why they said
what they said and I heard someone
weeping cry out," I wish I were dead."
I sat confused not knowing what to do
and I heard a low voice say, "They don't
care about you."
I lay in my bed as my heart ached and I
heard an angry voice yell, "They'll
never do this to me again."
I went about my work, my mind churning
and I heard a voice proclaim bitterly,
"They are so unkind."
I went to church, my spirit wounded and
I heard someone whisper, "Never come
I looked to see where this voice was
coming from, but saw nothing in the
I went to my knees and a great light
came my way.
It was then that I saw the profile of a
snake slithering away.
And another small, still voice said, "I
By Carol Blomberg
The king, whose palace was far from his
many provinces, had determined
to make a visit to each of his provinces
by the end of the year. He
that at the completion of his journey he
would award the province of his
choosing with a special gift.
There was one province in particular
particularily pleased him. So he made a
decision to send his royal messenger
to deliver his chosen gift to the
province in the east.
The people of this province all gathered around the
royal messenger with
great anticipation and excitement as he
unveiled the gift before the
expectant crowd. The messenger
announced that the gift was for the
of the east first and foremost, but that
they were to share it graciously and
eagerly with the other provinces.
There was an array of mixed responses that came forth
from the crowd as
the gift, a silver trumpet, was revealed
to them. Some of the people looked
on in disbelief. Surely the king
would not have sent such a simple, plain
gift as this? Of what use or of
what good was a small, silver trumpet?
They accused the messenger of being an imposter and
that the real gift was certainly, still
yet to be delivered. Others in the
crowd ahhed and oohed as they marveled
at the gift. They watched as it
sparkled brightly in the noon day sun.
One of the admirers began to play it. The beautiful
notes began to draw
all those within earshot. However,
the people who did not believe the king
had sent the gift plugged their ears and
left in disgust. Many others
and many more were drawn by the
beautiful music. As the
something amazing began to happen.
Some of the people who had been crippled
their entire lives stood up and began to
dance. Others who were deaf or
blind, suddenly proclaimed that they
could hear and see and they, too, began
Word of the silver trumpet quickly spread to the other
People from the northern, southern, and
western provinces began to make
pilgrimages to the province of the east,
just to listen to the silver
trumpet. Some who made the journey
were cynical when they saw the trumpet,
but when the music began to flow out of
it they were captivated. Many of
these pilgrims were healed and many
miracles occurred among them.
Soon it seemed that there were more people from the
coming to play and listen to the trumpet
then there were people from the
province of the east playing and
listening. Those in the east who did not
believe the trumpet came from the king
wielded great power and influence and
they dissuaded many from playing or
listening to the silver trumpet.
The other provinces longed to take the silver trumpet
back to their
people, in order that they, too, might
share in its beauty. The people of
the east willingly and graciously gave
their consent and even helped bring
the silver trumpet to the other
provinces. Those in the east who
awaiting the king's true gift to arrive,
gladly said good riddance to the
silver trumpet and openly made it known
that they hoped it would never be
The people of the other provinces were astounded at the
beautiful music and many miracles
occurred as it was played.
Time passed and when the people of the east came to the
to play and listen to the trumpet they
were dismayed to find that the people
of the other provinces had made a rule
that only a person belonging to their
particular province could play and
listen to the silver trumpet. Some
people that came from the east so wanted
to play and listen to the trumpet
that they left behind family and friends
and moved to the province where the
trumpet was at, never to return to the
east. Others that came from the east
were torn as to what to do and sadly
returned to the east without hearing or
playing the silver trumpet.
Soon no one from the eastern provinces were traveling
to hear or see the
trumpet and the people of the other
provinces began to bicker over which
province should get the trumpet.
Each province began to make up a long
of tedious rules about how long each
province should be allowed to keep the
trumpet, who should be allowed to play
the trumpet, what that person should
be allowed to wear, when the trumpet
should be played, and which notes were
acceptable and which notes were
A strange thing began to happen. The shiny,
silver trumpet began to
lose its radiance and its surface became
extremely dull. An unusual rust
began to appear that was impossible to
remove. When the trumpet was
it no longer sounded the same.
There were no longer cripples leaping up
dancing for joy on their healed limbs
and the blind and deaf who came to
listen and see, left the same way, blind
Nevertheless, the provinces continued to make more and
concerning the trumpet. Each
province implemented lavish plans to
cathedral to house the trumpet for when
it was their turn to host it. They
began to compete against one another to
see who could build the largest and
most grandiose cathedral. Before
long, a rule was put into effect that
specially trained people from the
cathedral were allowed to play the
and it was required that anyone wanting
to listen to the trumpet must buy a
ticket from the cathedral.
Soon people began to forget what the trumpet used
to sound like. The
leaders from the cathedral began to
bring in other trumpets and instruments
to be played along-side the trumpet.
Eventually, the trumpet was rarely played at all and
more often then
not, it was just put on display behind a
glass case in the cathedral and the
other instruments were played for the
people's entertainment. However,
bickering and competition between the
provinces as to who should have the
trumpet was in no way lessened.
The time came when the king decided to once again visit
all of his many
provinces. Upon visiting the
province of the east he was surprised
shocked to find that very few people
could even recall the gift he had sent
to them following his previous visit.
He was astonished to learn that the
majority of the people had never even
believed that the silver trumpet had
been a gift from the king.
With a mixture of sadness and kingly anger, the king
journey to the other provinces
determined to find out what had become
silver trumpet. The king's royal
informants notified the king that the
trumpet was currently residing in his
Upon arriving there, he was ushered by the people of the
province to a
huge, immaculate cathedral that housed
the trumpet. With great excitement and
even greater pride, the leaders of the
cathedral wheeled a glass case before
the king and removed the covering off
In utter shock the king looked unbelievingly at what
appeared to be an
old, disguarded trumpet. The rust had
completely taken over the exterior of
the trumpet and it did not resemble in
any way the gift he had long ago given
to the people of the eastern province.
The king ordered the glass case
removed and he picked up the trumpet to
look at it. He reached to put it
his lips to play it when the cathedral
personel informed the king that only a
trained professional from the cathedral
was allowed to play the trumpet. A
crowd had formed by now and many gasps
could be heard among those present in
response to what had been spoken to the
The king could hardly believe his own ears and eyes.
His wrath had
surely been kindled, thought the
onlooking crowd. The king turned his
away from the group of people and once
more gazed upon the trumpet. On
inside lip of the trumpet there was a
small portion that was still untouched
by the rust. Upon that small
portion was the king's own insignia.
dropped from the king's eye and landed
on the trumpet.
The king called one of his royal servants to his side
and began to speak
to him. Then he exited the
cathedral with his royal entourage. The
servant turned to face the leaders of
The severity of their offense had suddenly dawned on
them. A great fear
overcame the leaders and they felt
certain their fate was in the balance.
servant told them they were to
immediately return the trumpet to the
of the east. Before he left, he handed
them a copy of the original decree
that had been issued when the trumpet
had been originally given to the people
of the east. It very simply read:
The silver trumpet
is for the people of the eastern
and the peoples of
of the other
The king's servant left and the cathedral leaders
sighed a great sigh of
relief. They realized that they
had truly been recipients of the king's
mercy on this day. They began to
discuss among themselves the king's
to return the trumpet.
Suddenly, as if a veil was removed from their eyes,
they looked at the
trumpet and began to weep as they
realized that the cathedral and all its
trappings had literally taken the
trumpet's place. There were still
among them who could recall the
miraculous things that had happened in
early days of the trumpet. What had they
done? They were overcome with
extreme grief. Would the people of the
east ever be able to forgive them,
they asked among themselves? They made
plans to return the trumpet as soon as
So it was. The trumpet was returned to the
province of the east. The
king, too, had returned to the
east to await the trumpet's return and
told the people of the east that indeed
the silver trumpet he had sent years
ago had truly been from him all along.
The people who had refused to believe
all those years, wept when they realized
how their unbelief had caused them
to reject the silver trumpet and its
beautiful music. Those that had
believed all along rejoiced as they
anticipated the soon return of the
trumpet to the land.
When the trumpet arrived, even those that had seen it
in the early days
found it extremely challenging to
believe that it was the same silver
trumpet. However, the king assured them
that it was indeed the gift he had
given them so long ago. The people of
the east began to play it.
A wonderful and amazing thing happened when the trumpet
was once again
played back in the land. The rust that
had completely enveloped it,
disappeared, and the radiance and lustre
returned to its exterior. The
people commented that the glory of the
silver trumpet was even greater than
it had been formerly. Once again
beautiful music began to flow out of the
silver trumpet and the peoples from the
other provinces streamed to the east
to come up to listen to its beautiful
notes. There was absolutely no
sickness or infirmity among any of the
people. Even the land rejoiced as
areas that had been barren began to
bloom with life and where there had once
been desert, streams began to flow
freely. Incredibly, even the animals did
not go untouched by the silver trumpet
and its music. The lion could be
lying peacefully with the lamb. Even
small children could be seen playing
safely with vipers. The land and its
people and all the peoples of the
surrounding provinces entered into a
THE BAKERY By
There once was a very wealthy man who
bought two bakeries in his home
town. He often traveled very
extensively outside of the country.
detailed plan of how he wanted the
bakeries to be run, he hired two
managers to oversee each bakery and left
the bakeries in their care.
While the owner was out of the country, the first
manager came up with
what he believed was a brilliant,
venture. The manager decided that
he would start a bakery unlike any other
bakery. A bakery that didn't bake.
This bakery would buy freshly harvested
stalks of grain and sell them.
Afterall, he would save on many costs
he wouldn't have to pay for laborers to
work at the bakery and since there
would be no laborers he wouldn't need
any equipment and since there would be
no equipment there wouldn't be much of a
cost for maintanace.
So with much excitement and without the owner's consent
the manager of
this bakery opened the door's of the
bakery. He had stalks of grain all over
the store. Outside of the store he
had tables set up steeped high with
stalks. Some people walked by the
tables without even glancing. Some
at the stalks and laughed, others looked
away in disgust. Some mistook the
stalks of grain for some other kind of
plant. Others had no idea what kind of
plants they were walking by and were too
embarrassed to inquire. While others
thought they were to be used for
decorations in their homes. Some
people purchased the stalks because they
had never seen a stalk of grain and
they wanted to show their children.
A small minority of people who made
bread at home, bought the stalks
thinking it would be cheaper to grind up
own flour to make their own bread.
However, after trying this a couple
they decided it was too ##### and
required much more effort than just
to the store and purchasing flour.
Some people who were walking by would
stop just to talk with the manager
because they were lonely and some of
even bought a stalk or two thinking that
if they did the manager might be
their friend. Some people,
grain stalks might become the next
hottest fad, bought some just to get a
head start. A few bought some
stalks thinking they might be able to
new use for them. However,
overall, the number of people who
purchased any stalks at all was very
The manager pondered the lack of sales. He had an
he thought to himself, that's what this
bakery needs. He decided people
needed to be informed. So he went
about putting ads in the paper and signs
around town and in his bakery window.
He even made up a pamphlet educating
the people about the grain stalks.
Excitedly, he waited for the people to
respond. The first week more
people did start to show up but the
people merely looked without buying.
The manager was only disappointed for a short while,
however, because he
came up with what he now thought was
absolutely the answer to his sales
problem. Packaging, of course, why
had he not thought of that before.
he determined to put his stalks in
colorful, eye-catching, creative and
elaborate packaging styles to draw and
catch the people's attention.
Sure enough, the beautiul packaging did seem to bring
more people into
the store and some even made purchases
simply for the novelty of such an item
but they never returned to buy more.
Many more ahhed and oooed at the
creative packaging but most left the
store without buying anything.
The manager was starting to become frustrated when he
suddenly had what
he thought to be the absolute solution
to his sales problem. Prizes,
for the kids, balloons, treats, that's
what this bakery needs, he thought to
himself. So the next Saturday
with everything in place he opened his
and sure enough he had never had so many
people in the little bakery.
Parents and children, children and
This really was the solution!
However, at the end of the day when he
his sales he was astonished to find that
out of all of those people that had
come in and out of the bakery all day,
very few had actually bought anything.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the manager of
the second bakery
followed the owner's instructions
carefully and quickly set about buying
necessary equipment and hiring laborers.
He hired laborers to separate the
grain from the stalks, others to grind
the grain into flour, others were
hired to mix the flour and bake the
bread. It required much of the
money and a great sacrifice of time and
the part of the manager to instruct and
teach the laborer's how to make the
bread. He also had to allot enough time
for the laborers to learn to work in
unity with one another.
The day came when they opened their doors to the
public. Initially, it
was the delectable smell of the bread
that brought the first customers
running. The bread, freshly baked
each day, had the most pleasing aroma
the people found it to be as delicious
and satisfying as it smelled.
customers told their friends and family
members who came and in their
excitement, they in turn told their
friends and co-workers. The customers
were very faithful and returned again
and again finding the bread
irresistable. The bakery workers
were very busy but they loved making
and working with each other and they
loved each and every customer.
loved the neighborhood people so much
they even set aside bread to give away
to those in the neighborhood that could
not afford to buy any bread, so that
no one had to go without.
Soon the bakery became so popular that people in other
towns began to
drive great distances to buy the
delicious bread and within a short time
manager found that he needed to add on
to the building, hire more laborers
and buy more equipment.
One day the owner of the two bakeries flew back into
the country and
unexpectedly showed up at the first
bakery. He was shocked to see that
bakery wasn't a bakery at all. He
confronted the manager and demanded that
the manager give a full account of what
he had been doing with the bakery.
The manager pleaded with the owner to
calm down as he explained how much
money he had saved the owner by not
buying any equipment or hiring any
laborers. The manager explained
that though he had not had much success
selling the stalks of grain, he was
certain the people were sure to be
around soon. The owner demanded to
look at the book work. He saw that
though the manager had not had to buy
equipment nor hire laborers he had
spent a fortune on advertisement,
packaging, balloons and prizes but had
few stalks. The owner, furious,
fired the incompetent manager on the
and determined to quickly go to his
second bakery across town.
As he walked up to the building he immediately noticed
how much larger
it looked compared to when he had last
seen it. The next thing that
his attention was the long line of
customers waiting to get inside to buy
bread. Walking past the customers
into the bakery the owner noticed the
phone seemed to ring nonstop as people
called in from all over to place
orders for bread.
Finally, the manager looked up and was astonished to
see the owner
silently observing everything. The
manager was very surprised to see the
owner so soon and he jumped over the
counter to greet the owner excitedly,
shaking his hand. The owner wanted to
meet all of the laborers first, so the
manager took him around the bakery to
introduce the owner to everybody.
the manager began to explain how he had
followed the owner's instructions
carefully and as a result the bakery had
become extremely successful. The
owner was elated with the manager and
laborers. He immediately informed
everyone that they would be getting a
bonus and a raise and he put the manager
in charge of opening two more
bakeries in a town nearby.
The Royal Foxhounds and the
By Carol Blomberg
The king, his son the prince, and some of the servants determined
the day fox hunting. There was a fox on
the loose that was wreaking havoc in
the king's kingdom and the king wanted
him brought down. The king had
imported the best trained foxhounds in
the entire land for the job, but this
fox had so far outwitted them all.
Arising early in the morning, and mounted on their royal steeds,
out into the surrounding forest.
Rather early in the hunt, the royal dogs
sounded as if they had come to a
standstill up ahead. They could be
barking and growling frantically.
The royal entourage was quite pleased,
assuming that the dogs already had the
fox at bay.
To their surprise, when the group reached the top of
the summit, they
were disappointed to see that their
royal foxhounds had surrounded a
sickly-looking, helpless, stray, female
dog and her 3 young pups. The king
was certain this was a dog which
belonged to one of the peasants in the
nearby village. All of the dogs that
belonged to the peasants were all
half-wild. The king was nearly ready to
give the order to shoot the mother
and her pups because he was convinced
that wild dogs were useless.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He decided to be merciful and let
and two of her pups go, but with a large
smile on his face he picked up the
scrawniest of her puppies and handed
this pup to his son. The son was
surprised and he looked questioningly
back and forth from his father to the
puppy. The king proclaimed that he
wanted his son to make this pup into a
fox hunter. The king explained
that the best foxhounds in all the
had failed in their calling, so why not
train a stray dog for the task?
royal foxhounds had grown careless and
disobedient, the king ascertained. The
king continued to smile at his son and
ordered the royal hunting party and
his royal foxhounds back to the palace
and called it a day.
The son knew his father had given him an immense
challenge. How was he
going to make a stray mongrel of a dog
into a foxhound? This was no
fox they had been trying to track down.
This fox had proven to be a
formidable foe and had evaded them again
and again. However, the son loved
his father greatly and he enjoyed
challenges. So for the joy set before
he began to plan his strategy.
The prince decided he was going to raise this pup
different then all of
the other royal dogs he had ever had.
He was going to allow her to be raised
right in the king's palace.
So it was. The little ball of fur was allowed to
be seated right beside
the king's table. She was served her
meals on a small silver platter right at
the prince's feet. She even slept in the
prince's chambers at night and
accompanied the prince everywhere he
went. Surprisingly, the small, rather
homely-looking critter began to capture
the heart of the king and his son.
The prince brought in a man who was known as the best
and dog councilor in the entire kingdom.
The prince's helper began to work
with the mixed-breed pup day and night.
In the meantime, the fox continued
on his path of destruction, killing and
destroying that which was not his and
he continued to allude all who attempted
to capture him.
The king's royal foxhounds looked on in disdain as they
mongrel being trained day after day.
Was it not they who were the king's
royal hunters, chosen from the finest
stock, the purest of blood-lines? How
could this funny looking mixed-breed
ever amount to anything, they thought,
let alone overcome the crafty fox?
Neither the prince nor his helper ever seemed to become
the dog's lack of natural talent.
Everyday the prince's helper continued
instruct the dog with the utmost
patience, self-control, and love,
the little one had captured his heart,
as well. He would spend a portion
each day meticulously grooming the
mixed-breed, taking great care to groom
every inch of the dog's coat. As
the days passed into weeks, the
mixed-breed's dirty, mangled coat began
to blossom into a beautiful,
luxurious coat of shining fur.
The time came for the mixed-breed to go hunting with
the son. The royal
foxhounds growled as the royal hunting
party passed by on their way out to
the forest. They were astounded at
how beautiful and graceful the
mixed-breed looked as she trotted at the
son's side. The royal foxhounds were
certain the hunting party would come
back completely empty-handed. They
The royal hunting party returned with not one, but with
two foxes. The
royal foxhounds whined and barked loudly
as the son and the mixed-breed
pranced by them with the fruit of their
hunt laying limp and lifeless in the
prince's hands. It was quickly confirmed
that neither of these foxes were the
nortorious fox that had brought such
turmoil to the king's kingdom, but never
the less, the mixed-breed had proven
herself above and beyond everyone's
expectations. The foxhounds were
consumed with jealousy. How they wanted
get back to the hunt.
The king smiled with pleasure as he watched his royal
foxhounds look on
with such envy at the mixed-breed.
The mixed-breed had accomplished more
than just becoming a proficient fox
hunter. She had invoked the
the king's foxhounds and had rekindled
in them a great desire to hunt once
again, which was precisely what the king
had desired to do. Tomorrow, the
king shared, the mixed-breed and the
royal foxhounds would hunt together as
Early the next morning the prince brought the
mixed-breed and the king
brought the royal foxhounds together for
the hunt. The royal foxhounds were
so eager for the hunt, they displayed no
reservations at all about including
That day proved to be a fateful day for the crafty fox.
It was to be his
last day to walk the earth. The king had
never seen such zeal in his royal
foxhounds. Neither the mixed-breed
nor the royal foxhounds had been
successful in capturing the fox alone,
but together they worked in
magnificent unity to track the fox down
and track him down they did. Within
an hour the dogs had the fox at bay.
The fox looked unusually small and
helpless as he was surrounded by the
barking dogs. It was hard to
that this pathetic creature was the same
creature that had been responsible
for bringing about so much death and
The king ordered his servants to destroy the fox and
take him away.
Then the king, the prince, and the
entire royal hunting party returned to
palace. The king ordered that a
huge celebration take place to celebrate
victory. The kingdom was free of foxes
from that day forward!
THE FROG AND THE ROCK
By Carol Blomberg
One day a father and his son were strolling through the
woods. The sound
of frogs calling out from a muddy pool
of water just below the path they were
on caught the father's attention and he
pointed it out to his son. The son
eagerly went down to investigate, and
spotting a frog, he excitedly reached
down and lifted the frog up out of the
slimy pit. With the frog shielded
carefully in his right hand, he climbed
a large rock next to the pool and set
the frog down gently on the rock.
When the frog finally opened his eyes, he began to
blink again and
again. He couldn't believe what he
was seeing. He began to sing with joy.
new song came forth from his mouth, one
he had never heard before. From
vantage point he could see trees; lots
of magnificent trees, everywhere!
Down below he had never noticed the
trees. As he looked up he could
beautiful blue sky with white fluffy
clouds moving slowly above the tree
branches. He was amazed at all of
the different kinds of birds atired in
their varying plumage, flying from bush
to bush, tree to tree. There were
also many kinds of creatures, big and
small, feathered and furry that he had
never seen before. Some were
climbing trees, some were scampering
in the ground, others were hopping, some
were chasing other creatures! In
the smelly pit, there was never a
breeze, but up here on the rock he could
feel the cool, refreshing wind #######
across his entire body. The smell
the air was tantalizing and
invigorating, which contrasted sharply
stagnant stench of his home below.
Then he blinked again. He had to make sure that
what he was looking at
was really what it appeared to be,
because sparkling in the distance, with
the sun dancing off its shiny surface,
was a beautiful river, clear as
crystal! He also could see that a
straight and narrow path led directly to
the river. A river, he thought to
himself, and to think, it had been there
all along. He and the other frogs
had spent their entire lives living in
dreary mud and the smelly mire, fighting
over food and all the while a river
of abundance was just beyond. The frog
gazed upon all he saw in wonderment.
As the frog's body soaked up the sun's warm, inviting
rays and the cool
breeze continued to whisper in and out
of the tree limbs, he began to think
of how wonderful it would be to stay on
top of the rock, just like this,
forever. Then the thought of his
family and friends still in the pit
to overwhelm him and he began to feel
guilty for wanting to stay on the rock.
Who would tell them about the river of
life just beyond, who would show the
Suddenly, the father's voice could be heard calling for
his son and the
son gently, but firmly took the frog
once again into his right hand.
frog thought, he did not want to leave
the rock, just a little longer he
thought to himself! The son carefully
climbed down the large rock and
returned the frog to the ground and the
son returned to be with his father.
The frog was very saddened and distraught to be back.
He knew that he
could never stay in the slimy pit, not
with the knowledge that there was a
great river of life so near. He
was once blind, but now he could see
the pit was no longer his home; his true
home was to be found at the end of
the level path he had seen from the
rock. He also knew that he couldn't
his brothers and sisters in the mud and
mire. He would show them the way
He summoned all of the frogs to gather around him and
he began to
recount how the son had lifted him out
of the slimy pit, out of the mud and
mire and had set his feet on a rock,
giving him a firm place to stand.
frog explained to them that no eye had
seen, no ear had heard, no mind from
the slimy pit had ever conceived what
lay beyond that rock. The frog
how he had seen a straight and narrow
path that led to a beautiful river. He
told them of the new song he had sang
while he was up there and that he would
take them himself to the river and they
could see for themselves all of the
amazing things he had witnessed, since
there were just too many to recount,
too many to be numbered.
Many of the frogs trusted in what he was saying and
they believed him.
Some of the frogs, who so much wanted to
believe, listened to the proud
frogs, who replied that since they
themselves had never seen such things,
these things the frog spoke of could not
be. Other frogs began to spread a
lie that no son of man had ever been to
the slimy pit and that the frog had
never been set on a rock at all.
Therefore, they declared, all these
he claimed to have seen and experienced
he had surely made up. A few of
frogs came to the conclusion that if he
had seen all of these marvelous
things then surely he must be some kind
of a god. They wanted to worship him.
The frog assured them that he was
certainly no god. Several of the frogs
thought that they too would like to get
to the top of the rock and started
devising schemes of their own to get to
the top, but the frog explained that
only the son who had carried him up
there could get them up there. There was
no other way.
The frog was determined to take those who believed to
the river. Oh,
how he longed for everyone to come with
him! If they could have seen what
had seen, they would all believe.
However, it would take great faith to
believe and follow him. The frog
determined that they would leave in
The third day arrived and the group said their goodbyes
to much laughing
and scoffing on the part of the proud
ones. Many of the other frogs who were
just too afraid to go, wept as they
waved farewell to the group. Others were
so indifferent, they didn't even lift
their heads above the mire to see them
off. Still there were those who
were so busy devising their schemes to
ascend the rock, they didn't even know
the group was leaving.
Off the travelers went and their journey began.
They found the
beginning of the path quite easy going.
As they journeyed along, they began
to notice that there were other paths
that veered off from the path they were
on. The frog warned them that he
had seen these crooked paths from the
and that even though they looked like
they were going in the same direction
as the path they were on, they
ultimately went away from the river.
The group had not been traveling long at all when,
suddenly, two of the
frogs who had been rather hesitant about
leaving the mire declared that they
missed their family and friends too much
to go any further. These frogs
decided they were going to go back to
the familiarity of the muddy pool.
was all they had ever known, they
asserted. The frog pleaded with
them to go
forward, reminding them of the glorious
things ahead, and warned them of the
dangers of returning alone. He
tried desperately to explain to them
was important that they all stay unified
and move forward as one, but to no
avail. Along the way back, the two
frogs got confused, and veered off on
of the crooked paths the frog had warned
The shrill, loud cry of a bird of prey echoed
throughout the forest.
The frog had the group come to a
standstill. He recalled that when
stood on the rock, he had seen the
powerful bird who made such a call.
shiver ran down his spine.
Unbeknownst to the group, the two who had left to
return to the slimy
pit had been plucked from the crooked
path to their death. The last
the two saw was the shadow of the bird
and his sharp talons in their face as
he swooped down and carried them away.
The frogs back at the mire had heard
the piercing cry of the bird, as well.
However, their world was ###### with
so many unidentified and unusual sounds
that they had become quite accustomed
to ignoring them.
Up ahead, the frog and his companions began moving
forward along the
main path once again. This path
had looked so smooth from the vantage
of the rock, but now that they were
actually traversing it, it was obvious
that it was not as smooth as it had
seemed from afar. They had come to
part of the path that was very, very
rocky and it went through an open meadow
that had no shade to escape the intense
heat of the day, due to the lack of
foliage. It felt like the sun was
scorching their bodies and it took a
deal of effort on everyone's part to
climb and hop up and over each rock
along the way. Their progress was
As they became wearier and wearier there was much
complaining among the members of the
group. Many began to discuss among
themselves how good life had been back
at the muddy pool. Oh, how they
missed the slimy pit, they moaned.
Food had always been available and
plentiful there, they reminisced, though
in fact, it had always been very
scarce. The frog tried to convince them
to forget about the slimy pit and
tried to direct their thoughts to the
wonderful and fruitful life ahead.
Slowly, the group struggled on until they came upon
another path that
veered off away from the main path they
were on, and led to the east. When
they looked down this other path they
could see an inviting canopy of trees
that enveloped it in thick shade.
Three of the group even believed they
could see a stream just a little bit
further down this alternative path.
Those three members of the group immediately made up
their minds that
they were going to venture down the new
path just for awhile. They assured
the frog and the rest of the group that
they would catch up to them later on
after they had cooled themselves in the
shade, and refreshed themselves in
the stream they were confident they
could see. The frog once again
how important it was that they not
swerve to the right nor to the left of
main path if they wanted to keep their
foot from danger. He explained to
them the necessity of remaining unified
in their common goal to reach the
The three frogs stubbornly refused to listen to the
frog's wisdom. So
the frog and the rest of the remaining
group reluctantly bid them farewell
and continued on the rocky path which
became less and less rocky as the group
progressed. Within a fairly short
time, they reentered the refreshing
of the forest, once again.
Meanwhile, the threesome made their way down the path
leading to the
east. The further down the path they
went, they noticed it was becoming
increasingly dark. It was getting
more and more difficult to see with
hop. They could hear rustling in the
grass next to them, but due to the lack
of light along the path it was
impossible to see what was making the
Suddenly, the source of the noise came
into view, but it was too late. A
huge viper sprang from the darkness and
swallowed them whole.
Back on the right path, the frog and
the remaining members of the
group rested in the shade for quite some
time and then pressed forward. As
they moved on, the path once again
became difficult to travel, because of
presence of thorns that were growing up
in the midst of the path. The
piercing of the thorns were very painful
and once again the members of the
group began to murmur. Some of the
frogs began to doubt if the path they
were on was indeed the only path to the
river. There had to be other paths,
they speculated. Others in the group
began to doubt if the frog had ever seen
a river at all.
Up ahead, they could see yet another path that veered
off from the path
they were on. As they looked down
that path, they could see that it went
down a long, sloping hill. A
couple of the frogs began to speculate
there had to be water at the bottom of
the hill. There is always water at
the bottom of a hill, they convinced
The frog himself was very weary and for a moment, he
found that he too
wanted to believe that there was another
way to the river, but he knew what
he had seen from the top of the rock.
There had been only one path which led
Before the frog could even try to disuade the two, they
were on their
way down the other path, the path they
were sure would bring them to water.
This path went down a hill which from
afar did not look that steep, but the
further they descended along the path,
the steeper it got. This steepness
was so gradual that at first, they did
not notice. However, soon it
so steep, that they lost their footing
and fell headlong into a deep, dark
abyss, never to be seen again.
Back at the main path the frog and his remaining
painstakingly made their way through the
thorns and eventually the path was
once again thorn-free. The frog
felt that they must be very close to the
river now. The smell of water was heavy
in the air. Soon they could even
hear the sound of the current.
As they broke through the forest, they came upon a
broad, open place and
right in front of them was the
beautiful, sparkling river! They
all began to
hop up and down with joy and
thanksgiving as they made their way to
of the river. However, when they
reached the edge they were devastated to
see that the river was bordered by an
incredibly steep, rocky incline.
Some of the frogs began to weep uncontrollably, and
began to blame the
frog for bringing them all of this way,
only to die right next to the water's
edge. It would be impossible to
climb up and over the rocks, especially
such a steep incline, the frogs moaned.
They insisted that the boulders were
giants and that they were mere
grasshoppers in comparison. They
convinced that they would fall right
through the cracks and crevices between
the rocks and perish if they were to
make such an attempt.
Suddenly, the piercing cry of the bird of prey could be
The panic-stricken group became frozen
with fear. The shrill cry of the
came closer and closer until the bird's
menacing shadow was right on top of
them. The terrified group looked
up forbodingly, expecting death to
them, but to their surprise and utter
relief it was the shadow of the father
and the son enveloping them.
The father spoke to his son and the son
obediently reached down and
lifted the frogs one by one into a
bucket he was holding. Then he
walked down the steep incline to a quiet
part of the river and delivered the
frog and his companions into the river.
As the sun began to set, the father
and the son walked back through their
backyard and went inside their house
and with delight watched the frogs from
Oh, how the frog and his companions rejoiced and
celebrated in their new
home! The river was beyond anything they
could have ever dreamed or imagined.
They shouted for joy and burst into
jubiliant singing. A new song, one
had never sang before, sprang from their
mouths. They were all in agreement
that the trials and tests they had
undergone to reach the river were all
worth every bit of the pain and
suffering they had endured. There would
more tears. No more mourning or
crying or pain. No more hunger or
They were home.
PSALM 40: 1-5
I waited patiently for the Lord; he
turned to me and heard my cry. He
me out of the slimy pit, out of the mid
and mire; he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of
praise to our God. Many will see
and fear and put their trust in the
Blessed is the man who makes the Lord
his trust, who does no look to the
proud, to those who turn aside to false
gods. Many, O Lord my God, are the
wonders you have done. The things
you planned for us no one can recount to
you; were I to speak and tell of them,
they would be too many to declare.
A farmer went out to sow his seed.
As he was scattering the seed, some fell
along the path, and the birds came and
ate it up. Some fell on rocky
where it did not have much soil.
It sprang up quickly, because the soil
shallow. But when the sun came up,
the plants were scorched, and they
withered because they had no root.
Other seed fell among thorns, which grew
up and choked the plants. Still
other seed fell on good soil, where it
produced a crop-a hundred, sixty or
thiry times what was sown. He who
ears, let him hear.
If I could capture this time together, I
would put it in a treasure chest, my
That I would have it into eternity.
But how can you capture the son?
His rays of love you can not see with
But my heart knows you, my Jesus.
The eyes of my heart see you.
Oh, how my soul basks in your love.
My Jesus, carry me away as on the wings
of a dove.
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