Jesus and Story of the Little Red Hen
May 11, 2009
Dear Friends,
One day, Jesus was working in his field and found some grains of wheat. He said, “Who will help me sow this seed?”
“Not I,” said Bro. I. M. Bizee, “I don’t have the time. I have to work 60 hours a week to buy all of my stuff, then have a busy social calendar and then I am too tired to do anything else. You need to find someone who else who is not so busy.”
“Not I,” said Sis. Faith Less, “I am too scared. What could someone like me contribute to a project like this? Surely there are others better qualified than me. I prefer never to do anything that I haven’t done before and, quite frankly, I’ve never done much of anything.”
“Not I,” said Bro. Judah Izer, “This is not the way we traditionally do things. I suggest that you cease immediately until we have had time to review this as a committee. We need the details of what you are going to sow, where you are going to sow it, with whom you are going to sow it and who will own the resulting crop. We’ll establish the proper rules and then, and only then, will we do this under my supervision. Plus, I certainly do not want to work alongside those people.”
“Not I,” said Bro. Sal Fish, “I am sure that it will get done without my contribution. They always do. I tried this seed-sowing thing once before and it was not all that fun.”
“Then I will,” said Jesus. And he did.
Before too long, the wheat grew to be tall and ready to be harvested.
“The wheat is ripe,” said Jesus. “Who will help me harvest it?”
“Not I,” said I. M. Bizee. “Not I,” said Faith Less. “Not I,” said Judah Izer. “Not I,” said Sal Fish. “Then I will,” said Jesus. And he did.
When the wheat was cut, Jesus said, “Who will thresh the wheat with me?”
“Not I,” said I. M. Bizee. “Not I,” said Faith Less. “Not I,” said Judah Izer. “Not I,” said Sal Fish. “Then I will,” said Jesus. And he did.
When the wheat was harvested, Jesus said “Who will take the wheat to the mill with me and have it ground to flour?”
“Not I,” said I. M. Bizee. “Not I,” said Faith Less. “Not I,” said Judah Izer. “Not I,” said Sal Fish. “Then I will,” said Jesus. And he did.
So Jesus took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then he said, “Who will make this flour into bread?”
“Not I,” said I. M. Bizee. “Not I,” said Faith Less. “Not I,” said Judah Izer. “Not I,” said Sal Fish. “Then I will,” said Jesus. And he did.
Next, Jesus said, “Who will help me bake this flour into bread?”
“Not I,” said I. M. Bizee. “Not I,” said Faith Less. “Not I,” said Judah Izer. “Not I,” said Sal Fish. “Then I will,” said Jesus. And he did.
Finally, when Jesus had finished, Jesus said, “Who will come and dine with me?”
“I will,” said I. M. Bizee. “I will,” said Faith Less. “I will,” said Judah Izer. “I will,” said Sal Fish.
“No,” said Jesus, “you won’t.” “This meal is prepared for my friends. My friends are those who do what I ask them to do.” So Jesus had his banquet and those who refused to help him were, for the first time in their lives, completely out of excuses.
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets, in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out. (Luke 13:28)
Have a great week,
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