There was a box the girl feared. Everything she was afraid or ashamed of she put inside the box, hoping no one would see. She kept the box under her bed where no one went because of the dust.
She knew a man who hated the box. And she loved that man. So she scrubbed and scrubbed the box--and let him look inside. Then she began to stick it back under the bed. (She'd be sure to need it again.) The man stopped her. "Beloved," he said, "Give me that box."
Thanks for posting! Michael Card asked that we post our parables on the Biblical Imagination Facebook page, if we would like. What do you think? =)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Merle! Good to know about the fb page. I'll have to visit it and see how brave I feel.
ReplyDeleteMy apologies, I haven't made it to the fb page, yet. Failing computer issues now. =(
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