Revisiting my favorite fables

The Three Little Pigs


Sometimes I feel like I’m in a house of hay and straw…
My defenses are slowly melting away; even if I told myself that I’ll live inside the house of the third pig.
If only you knew.
Or rather, if only you’d do something because instinct tells me that you know.

There was a fourth pig...He built his house on butter because he thought it was solid as rock...And the wolf simply waited for the sun to reach its peak and melted her heart...este...the house down...

The Dove and the Ant
From the Ant – Do not be afraid to bite (fight) something bigger than you.
From the Dove - Never underestimate your capacity to help.

The Hare and the Tortoise
Have you ever considered what occurred before AND after the race?

Episode 1
I was thinking, the hare asked the tortoise because it knew it would win.
Boastful as it is. And the tortoise, having gone through so much life in, feeling burdened by its problems but wanting to achieve something for itself took on the challenge.
The hare, being high on spirits believing the fallacy that the children of God are ‘saved’ from trials and hardships gladly raced on.

Every single step of the race, the tortoise offered its burdens.
Very painful steps, indeed, because it was burdened by its past, haunted and taunted by its own thinking. Not forgiving itself for the sins it has done…but it went on the race.

The hare being high on spirits but not yet deeply rooted; was distracted by the goings-on in the forest. Took much time in enjoying certain ‘things’ that are not of importance; resting lazily not minding there is a task that needs to be done.

What you have read.
The tortoise won and the hare lost.


Episode 3
Learning from their mistakes.

The hare now firmly believes that once life may be filled with burdens but it is through the perspective of God’s heart one that should look at life.

It prayed that though it may be slow, it may never give up on praying that it’ll never let go again of the hand that saves. And continued with the journey, now, savoring the view along the way.

The hare realizing that God’s children is never exempt from temptations and hardships fell on repentant knees. Went back to the real source of its strength and asked forgiveness. It was again back on its feet, joyfully praising God; carefully pausing to smell the right kind of flowers and dutifully serving whence called.

The tortoise and the hare never raced again. They realized that it life is not a competition to be raced with your fellow but a journey to be enjoyed with your creator.