The Monkey With The Wooden Apples
There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit
when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he
saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran
back into the forest.
He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt
his teeth. They were made of wood, but they were beautiful, and when the
other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter.
He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They
glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached
to them, that he didn't even notice his hunger at first.
A fruit tree reminded him, but he felt the apples in his hands.
He couldn't bear to set them down to reach for the fruit. In fact, he
couldn't relax, either, if he was to defend his apples. A proud, but less
happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails.
The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving
them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn't climb trees or collect
fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go?
Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do?
He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it's fruit was
enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was
Letting Go Of Wooden Apples
Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to
let go. A man carries an image of himself as "productive" - carries it like
a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired, and
hungry for a better life. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries
are sacred apples - they prove he's "doing everything he can." He holds onto
This is a hard thing to see. We identify so strongly with our things even,
feeling pain when our cars are dented. How much more powerfully will God
identify us with our Faith & and God's commandments?? Have you obeyed them ?
but we have always searched after vain pleasures to make us happy , Yet they
don't always feed our souls, do they? And we become tired of defending them.
How else could the story end?
The monkey might be found dead of hunger, under a beautiful tree, with fruit
within reach, but still grasping his wooden apples.
I chose to end it with him letting go, because only with open hands can we
receive anything , Ask God & He will give you more greater riches.
[ Author Unknown -- from 'E-Mail Ministry' (email@example.com) ]
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