Sunday, September 6, 2009

On a Journey

A little food for thought, my style, of getting to the point.

There once was an Indian chief that had three sons.
His lesson to teach was theirs to learn.
He sent them on an errand. To climb a specially high mountain and bring back what they may find.
They set off on their journey, hiked to the mountain and saw that it was very tall.
The first son climbed to just above the point where the mountain was changing from grassy to rocky, getting tired he picked some heather to bring back to show his father.

The second son, climbed  to a point where the eagles hung out, the taller trees, with their nesting grounds. He found an eagle feather to show his father.

The last son, climbed and climbed, getting very tired,but finally making it to the top. Alas ther was nothing there to bring to his father. Hanging his head in shame he headed back down the mountain  to face his father.

The first son arrived with the heather, and his father told the son, well son at least you made an attempt at this errand, but you only made the first plateau. The heather only grows in the lower resting area, where most people stop.

The second son arrived with the eagle feather, knowing that his father would be much pleased with this prize.
The father greeted the son and accepted the eagle feather. My son you took off an the errand and you did very well, it is not an easy task I know and to bring back this eagle feather is very commendable. A job well done my son.

The third son arrived, with a tear in his eye, he said. Father forgive me for failing you by bringing nothing back, not even a small token, or gift. My father, at the top of the mountain, there was nothing to find, other than the view of our great lands, the river winding below. the wind blowing in your face, and a peace and calm that i have never before felt in my short life, my father can you forgive me? Oh, my son, there is nothing to forgive, for you see, you are the only one that truly fulfilled the task, the greatest gift you could have given me is in the pride I now have. A son that dares to go where only the eagles dare soar.

I can't remember where or when I first heard this story, only that I was very young when I heard it, and I have no idea whether I even told it to it's truest. There is no particular author that i know of, but isn't a great story to tell to others.

Thanks for today and hopefully I can write another something tomorrow.

If you have a story you want to share or just leave a comment, the comment box is always open.


Sarah said...

nice story. and good memory. i heard a lot of stories but can never tell them in full.

Rae said...

Absolutely fantastic story. The heart of the story is wonderful and full of wisdom. Just plodding along and going a little further opens up unexpected vistas that we could never imagine possible. This was a great post and I am glad you shared it.

Dayne Gingrich said...

Gr8 story. Here's one:

The wise mentor, super excited, told his 18 yr. old student to put on shorts and hiking shoes. He was going to show him what life was all about!

The 18 yr. old (finally ready for this lesson) couldn't wait, and felt more excitement than he could ever remember feeling.

They hiked... and hiked... and hiked... all day, talking, laughing, telling stories ~ fully enjoying the beautiful day. After an entire afternoon of climbing, they finally reached the top. The student couldn't wait. He couldn't stand still, as he knew this would be the moment he had waited for all day (and months of teaching, for that matter).

The mentor told him to relax. "It's right over there," he said. "Stay here."

He walked 5 steps, bent down, picked up a rock, and handed it to his young prodigy. "Here it is. Here's what I wanted to show you."

The student couldn't believe this ~ he thought it was a joke, and was extremely upset. No joke, though! A rock? Really? Why?

What was the mentor trying to teach his student?

(I'll be back later to hear whatcha all think).

Midnight Whisperer said...
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plainolebob said...

sometimes it is not the pize at the end but the joys of the journey. i shall treasure my little rock, as a start for the next journey so that i may gather more rocks

Reema B. said...

At least you remember enough to not ruin its central theme!

Hmmm...that gives me an idea to post an inspirational story like this in my new blog...or how about we create a forum where we simply share such short stories?


You're more than welcome to come visit the Tea House at

Chris Mollo said...

Great story, and nice blog! I'd love a blog review. I think that would be great. And please be honest as I know you will.

Farila said...

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college.

For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car.

Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.

Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.

Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said ‘With all your money you give me a Bible?’ and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. But before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages.

His father had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, "And if ye, being evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly father which is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?"

As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected…!…?

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