The Story of Scarlet and Cathlyn
This is our story. I am Scarlet. I have my part of my story. In my search for food for my survival as well as for the survival of my family who awaits my return, I ran into Cathlyn who also was looking for food.
But thanks to the Great Provider, I did not end up as her food but we both found lots of bits and pieces enough for a time. "Dear Cathlyn, please do not eat me up as I have a family to feed!" panted Scarlet as she scurries here and there in a zig-zag manner so as to confuse Cathlyn from catching hold of her.
This is my story too. I am Cathlyn. "Dear Scarlet, I have to catch you as I have a tummy to feed!" screamed Cathlyn as she kept up her speed and ready her claws for the final catch. Then a great scent caught the attention of Cathlyn and she came to a halt to ascertain where this strong aroma of food was coming from.
Scarlet also hid herself in a bush as she caught up with her breath and at the same time looked intently why Cathlyn stopped chasing after her. She too received a strong fragrance drawing her curiosity out to go find out where this scent originated itself from.
Both Scarlet and Cathlyn moved secretly through the thick bush so that their presence would not be found out. They were careful not to make even a hint of sound. As they peeped out of the small enclosure of the bushes, they were amazed.
Small pockets of people were scattered in the green. They were like feasting over baskets full of bread and fish. Several men were distributing the food around and it looked like there were enough to go around. How did all this food come about?
When the men completed the distribution, all of them walked towards this particular man who was dressed in white and looked like a special person. And before him laid some more baskets of food which seem to be enough for each of the men who helped. When they have finished their meal, they moved along. And the crowds moved as well.
In the silence of the field was some bits and pieces of the bread and fish which may have dropped off from the baskets as the people and even the children ate their meals. Both Scarlet and Cathlyn leaped for joy as they gathered these bits and pieces for their family and were satisfied.
But one question lingered in their minds as each of them went back to their families. "How did all this food come about?" And this too become a great story and great mystery to tell to their little ones.
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The Story of Pinklet and Salus
This is my story. I am Pinklet. Our master was gathered us to move back from our walk on the grass fields to our home where we shall all take our rest and feast on the food poured out for us. All of a sudden, a large group of us went wild and rushed in a certain direction. I was altogether confused and frantic. "What was happening to them?" I thought as I gave chase.
As my feets did my best, I could not run as fast and wonder at the same time where they were heading. Even my master gave chase as he too was very puzzled by the strange behavior of the herd. Suddenly his pace grew faster and ran ahead of me. It looks like something terrible was going to occur.
When I finally caught up with my master, all I saw was him standing afar off standing at the edge of the cliff. And I was curious, "Where had the herd gone to?" When I stood next to my master, to my horror I saw that they have off ran off the cliff and drown in the stream below. What a terrible accident!
"Dear Salus" I asked her. "What do you think happened to the large herd, do you know?" As she landed on my nose, Salus said, "I saw what happened, Pinklet." "Dear Salus, please tell me more."
"The white giant talked to the shaking giant and commanded something to go to this big herd nearby. There was a gush of wind and I was almost swept away too. Then I saw that big herd rushed down the cliff."
It seems like reality has caught up with our master. I saw master ran towards the white giant and his face seems awfully mad. His action was like chasing the white giant away. The white giant spoke to that shaking giant who now was no more shaking but paying total attentiveness to the words of the white giant.
Pinklet was wondering what words were spoken to both the something and also the shaking giant. Now the master came to Pinklet and the little babies. In his soberness, he knelt now. He prayed. He looked to heaven as he faced the almost empty barnyard that once held the herd.
...
As my feets did my best, I could not run as fast and wonder at the same time where they were heading. Even my master gave chase as he too was very puzzled by the strange behavior of the herd. Suddenly his pace grew faster and ran ahead of me. It looks like something terrible was going to occur.
When I finally caught up with my master, all I saw was him standing afar off standing at the edge of the cliff. And I was curious, "Where had the herd gone to?" When I stood next to my master, to my horror I saw that they have off ran off the cliff and drown in the stream below. What a terrible accident!
"Dear Salus" I asked her. "What do you think happened to the large herd, do you know?" As she landed on my nose, Salus said, "I saw what happened, Pinklet." "Dear Salus, please tell me more."
"The white giant talked to the shaking giant and commanded something to go to this big herd nearby. There was a gush of wind and I was almost swept away too. Then I saw that big herd rushed down the cliff."
It seems like reality has caught up with our master. I saw master ran towards the white giant and his face seems awfully mad. His action was like chasing the white giant away. The white giant spoke to that shaking giant who now was no more shaking but paying total attentiveness to the words of the white giant.
Pinklet was wondering what words were spoken to both the something and also the shaking giant. Now the master came to Pinklet and the little babies. In his soberness, he knelt now. He prayed. He looked to heaven as he faced the almost empty barnyard that once held the herd.
...
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Story of Cotton
This is my story. I am Cotton. I am prone to wander as I grace the green fields. Sometimes attracted by greener pastures, I would go for them and wander off to unknown and unbeaten paths. Tracking down dangerous pathways and occasional falls were the usual thing. And on certain falls I would also receive some scars which stay there for a long time.
Even in a big crowd of cottons, we would go off on our own ways, unaware that sometimes the green fields would envelope them out of sight. Talk about sight, we are usually kept within sight of our Master. Even though there are so many of us, he watches over us. He would talk to us as he tends to us. He would lower himself and caress us very kindly as he speaks to us.
One day I was up to my wandering addiction and was down to a path I was totally left on my own. I tried to find my way back but could not, as the day has subtly turned into gloomy night. I called out hoping that someone or my Master may hear me. After I was tired out by the calling and the walking, I stayed where I was.
I stilled myself to a halt and quieted myself in the darkness that surrounds me now. I rested as I laid my body on the ground. At this time I realize something. I could hear little sounds here and there. I could also hear my breathing. I got to know myself more now and realize I should have stayed with the cottons.
After a while in the darkness where I thought it felt like a long time, I heard a familiar sound. I was sure it was not a sound of the enemy as that voice had a frequency which rings in my mind. That voice became louder and warmed every part of me. I called out and now hear that voice coming closer and closer.
It was my Master. He talked to me like he usually do and caressed me and checking I was injured in some way. He carried me over his shoulder and walked my way out of the darkness. The next moment the darkness has slowly turned into dawn and light eventually shone around us.
My Master carried me all the way back and brought some green for my feeding. This green has never tasted so good. My Master celebrated my homecoming with his family and friends while I busied myself in the comfort and care of my Master's fold.
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Even in a big crowd of cottons, we would go off on our own ways, unaware that sometimes the green fields would envelope them out of sight. Talk about sight, we are usually kept within sight of our Master. Even though there are so many of us, he watches over us. He would talk to us as he tends to us. He would lower himself and caress us very kindly as he speaks to us.
One day I was up to my wandering addiction and was down to a path I was totally left on my own. I tried to find my way back but could not, as the day has subtly turned into gloomy night. I called out hoping that someone or my Master may hear me. After I was tired out by the calling and the walking, I stayed where I was.
I stilled myself to a halt and quieted myself in the darkness that surrounds me now. I rested as I laid my body on the ground. At this time I realize something. I could hear little sounds here and there. I could also hear my breathing. I got to know myself more now and realize I should have stayed with the cottons.
After a while in the darkness where I thought it felt like a long time, I heard a familiar sound. I was sure it was not a sound of the enemy as that voice had a frequency which rings in my mind. That voice became louder and warmed every part of me. I called out and now hear that voice coming closer and closer.
It was my Master. He talked to me like he usually do and caressed me and checking I was injured in some way. He carried me over his shoulder and walked my way out of the darkness. The next moment the darkness has slowly turned into dawn and light eventually shone around us.
My Master carried me all the way back and brought some green for my feeding. This green has never tasted so good. My Master celebrated my homecoming with his family and friends while I busied myself in the comfort and care of my Master's fold.
=]
Friday, October 8, 2010
The Story of Eyawn
This is my story. My name is Eyawn. I am very close to things. Most of the time, I am used for carrying things around from one place to another. Occasionally I have the little ones being placed on me to let them have some fun trying out the ride. My owner would place a wooden piece with cloth on me so that the items can be put onto the wooden piece to hold the items for moving.
This has been my life for a long time. Occasionally I also see another of my kind, also doing the same occupation as me. We would chat and how heavy are the loads and what are the experiences we have had in our journeys. Usually we would also bring up ancient stories of our fathers like the time where one of our fathers was given the privilege and power to talk back to the owner in their language, warning the owner of a sword-drawn angel blocking their way.
That was so awesome. Sometimes the load can be so excessively heavy that we hope we can speak up and tell our owners to lighten up. Talk about lighten up, I got an opportunity to lighten up - an opportunity to be giving a ride to a very special person where I too was privileged in the process.
Here is my story.
A man came by to speak to untie me. Someone asked him what he was doing. This man replied, "The Lord needs it." So I was released and followed this man by the rope. A while later, we reached a particular house and there came out a man who was gentle and full of grace. He took his seat on me as if he was taking up position on his throne.
As we moved, we journeyed to a pathway that was leading through the outskirt of the town. We were moving towards the city. As we moved along, behind us were a trail of what looked like his followers. This man was really exceptional. I have seen trails of soldiers following behind armored-manned chariots led by war horses. They were awesome.
But these were ordinary people, some who smelled like fish while others the smell of the marketplace.
As we entered the city, there were already crowds of people in the front. It looks like they were all excited to welcome this man. They also had palm leaves laid on the ground to path the way for our entry. This man is treated like a king and I his steed. Wow, what an honour! The people also sang as they welcomed us. We indeed were treated with a king's welcome.
I wondered who this man was as he dismounted and entered this house. As I was led back to my owner, I remembered stories from my mother who also had the privilege to give ride to a special person. That special person then was with child and together with his husband was looking for a place to give birth.
Surely that day was an eventful and memorable day for me.
=)
This has been my life for a long time. Occasionally I also see another of my kind, also doing the same occupation as me. We would chat and how heavy are the loads and what are the experiences we have had in our journeys. Usually we would also bring up ancient stories of our fathers like the time where one of our fathers was given the privilege and power to talk back to the owner in their language, warning the owner of a sword-drawn angel blocking their way.
That was so awesome. Sometimes the load can be so excessively heavy that we hope we can speak up and tell our owners to lighten up. Talk about lighten up, I got an opportunity to lighten up - an opportunity to be giving a ride to a very special person where I too was privileged in the process.
Here is my story.
A man came by to speak to untie me. Someone asked him what he was doing. This man replied, "The Lord needs it." So I was released and followed this man by the rope. A while later, we reached a particular house and there came out a man who was gentle and full of grace. He took his seat on me as if he was taking up position on his throne.
As we moved, we journeyed to a pathway that was leading through the outskirt of the town. We were moving towards the city. As we moved along, behind us were a trail of what looked like his followers. This man was really exceptional. I have seen trails of soldiers following behind armored-manned chariots led by war horses. They were awesome.
But these were ordinary people, some who smelled like fish while others the smell of the marketplace.
As we entered the city, there were already crowds of people in the front. It looks like they were all excited to welcome this man. They also had palm leaves laid on the ground to path the way for our entry. This man is treated like a king and I his steed. Wow, what an honour! The people also sang as they welcomed us. We indeed were treated with a king's welcome.
I wondered who this man was as he dismounted and entered this house. As I was led back to my owner, I remembered stories from my mother who also had the privilege to give ride to a special person. That special person then was with child and together with his husband was looking for a place to give birth.
Surely that day was an eventful and memorable day for me.
=)
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