ancient fable tells of three merchants crossing the Arabian Desert.
Traveling in darkness to avoid the intense heat one starless night, they
were passing over a dry creek bed when a voice form the blackness
commanded them to halt. They were then ordered to stoop, pick up pebbles
form the creek bed, and put them in their pockets. After obeying the
strange command, they were told to leave that place, camping nowhere near.
mysterious voice then told them that in the morning
they would be both happy and sad. Shaken and confused, and obeying the
mysterious intruder, they traveled through the night. When morning came,
the men anxiously looked into their pockets, and rather than finding the
pebbles as expected, there were precious jewels.
indeed, were happy and sad. They were happy they had picked up the jewels,
but sad because while they had the opportunity they had not picked up many
legend beautifully expresses how many feel about the unsearchable riches
of God's Word. We are thrilled we have absorbed as much as we have, but
sad because we have not absorbed much more. Specifically, I feel this way
about two dynamic verses in Galatians, "But the fruit of the Spirit
is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
meekness, self-control: against such there is no law" (Gal, 5:22-23).
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