Once upon a time there was a meek employee who worked at a the Big Corporation. He suffered with a mild bone disease called Osteogenesis Imperfecta, which caused his bones to be weak. So everyone called him Brittle Ted Shiningood.
One day, Brittle Ted’s boss asked him to take an important document to the Vice President of the company.
“I would be honored to perform such a task for you,” said Brittle Ted enthusiastically. So his boss signed the document, and enclosed it in an envelope marked “Confidential.”
When the envelope was ready his boss said, “Now, this is a very important document, you must not lose it and seeing as you will need to go through the production floor to get where you’re going, make sure you don’t talk to anyone, or stop along the way.”
“Don’t worry,” said Brittle Ted, “I’ll be careful.”
But when Brittle Ted Shiningood noticed a manufacturing machine with lots of boxes of raw materials next to it, he forgot the promise to his boss. He pushed a button, the machine sprung to life, and he listened to the musical hum of it as its motors purred.
He was enjoying the rugged and odorous place so much, that he didn’t notice a dark form approaching from the machines behind him…
Suddenly the Assistant Manager appeared beside him.
“What are you doing here?” asked the Assistant, with a voice as friendly as he could muster.
“I’m on my way to the Vice Presidents office, which is through the production room, next to the cafeteria,” Brittle Ted Shiningood replied.
Then he realized he was late and excused himself, rushing down the aisle toward the Vice President’s office.
In the mean time, the Assistant Manager took a short cut…
The Assistant, out of breath from running, arrived at the Vice President’s office and lightly knocked on the door.
“Oh, thank goodness you are here! Come in, come in! I was worried that something had happened to you in the production room,” said the Vice President, thinking that the knock was Brittle Ted.
The Assistant Manager let himself in. The poor Vice President did not have time to say another word. As it turned out, the Assistant was a hatchet man from the holding company that was involved in a hostile take over of the Big Corporation, and he fired the Vice President on the spot.
The Assistant let out a satisfied sigh, and then poked through the Vice President’s closet and found a suit coat and tie that he liked. He then put on a spare pair of reading glasses set on the desk. He even dabbed some of the Vice Presidents cologne behind his ears.
A few minutes later, Brittle Ted Shiningoood knocked on the door. The Assistant Manager jumped behind the mahogany desk. “Who is it?” he called in a grumpy voice.
“It’s me, Brittle Ted Shiningood.”
“Oh how lovely! Do come in,” croaked the Assistant.
When Brittle Ted entered the big office, he could scarcely recognize the Vice President.
“Mr. Grandy! Your voice sounds so mean. Is something the matter?” he asked.
“Oh, I just have a touch of cold,” squeaked the Assistant adding a cough at the end to prove his point.
“But Mr. Grandy. What a big In Box you have,” said Brittle Ted as he edged closer to the desk.
“All the better to get big important envelopes,” replied the Assistant.
“But Mr. Grandy. What big glasses you are wearing,” said Brittle Ted.
“All the better to see you and make sure you are meeting dress code,” said the Assistant.
“But Mr. Grandy. What a big pen you have,” said Brittle Ted Shiningood his voice quivering a little.
“All the better with which to sign your termination papers!” roared the Assistant Manager; and he stood up and rushed toward Brittle Ted, and chased him.
Almost too late, Brittle Ted Shiningood realized that the person at the desk was not the Vice President, but the Assistant Manager.
He ran across the room and through the door, shouting, “Help!” as loudly as he could.
The Production Manager, who was eating lunch nearby, heard his cry and ran toward the office as fast as he could.
He grabbed the Assistant Manager and made him hire back the Vice President, who was moping at a table nearby.
“Oh Mr. Grandy, I was so scared!” sobbed Brittle Ted, “I’ll never speak to production people again, or dawdle in the production room.
“There, there, Ted. You’ve learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for the kind Production Manager to hear you!”
The Production Manager fired the Assistant Manager, and called the local newspaper. As a result a scathing article was written, exposing some dubious practices at the holding company, and the acquisition fell through.
Brittle Ted Shiningood and the Vice President then had a nice lunch together, and found that the “Confidential” document was a recommendation for a promotion for Ted.
Brittle Ted disobeyed his boss, allowed himself distraction, and found himself in a lot of trouble. I for one can relate to that, from maybe a million accounts in my own life. It’s human nature, and it is the root of why we have lost our relationship with God. We are, whether or not we admit it, consumed by pride. We do the things WE want to do, and needn’t consult our Creator before acting on our desires. Many see the Bible as a book of restrictions, but here’s the truth. God doesn’t give us commandments to keep us under his control, He gives them to us to protect us. It’s ESSENTIAL to see that He loves us. He made us to be in a relationship with Him, and when we fill ourselves with self love and do the things He asks us not to do, we not only break fellowship with Him, we end up in trouble.
Because God loves us so much, He has given us complete freedom. You don’t have to follow Him or even believe He exists, but He does, and He is waiting for you, beckoning for you to come home. Our egregious crimes against Him separate us, but He has made a way for us to be redeemed, so that we can once again be in fellowship with Him.
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What Scripture Says:
If you love me, you will keep my commandments. – John 14:15
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