Blindman

The following is from a post on Modesty.blogspot.com (Stephen Christian's blog).


A blindman once stood upon this corner,
complete with a wooden pole,
attatched a medal fixture to the bottom to announce his arrival.
he waves his cane to and frough in the air,
looking for what he cannot see.
He tapes his stick upon the ground.
He is in such a foreign place,
now searching for what he cannot find.
he wanders a few feet from the north,
seeing clearly that this may not be the correct direction.
East feels better, he strengthens his stride in that direction.
his staff hits the pavement, then stone, then gravel
which soon turns to ash
South then, or west perhaps he thinks silently...
or southwest, but first he must find where he began from.
Aimlessly he wanders,
eagerly searching for something he will never lay eyes upon.
But look! who are those people following his every move?
A sea of men and women who can see on their own, but they are silent,
watching.
they do not turn in any direction other then this blind man with the elegant title!
Who is he?
Then i noticed the black thick book in his hand that seems sacred it unread.
Then cartharsis sets in, and egnima fades,
and i realize this man must be a pastor.

Just because someone has "Pastor" taped to their name, does not mean that they know all the answers. You cant go through your life being a sheep, following your superiors around aimlessly. If you have questions, ask. Don't assume that because someone has a fancy title they are always right. Everyone has different interpretations of great works, especially the Bible. If something doesn't seem right, say it. The End.

-Megan