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Molly's Stories for Worship

Molly's Stories for Worship

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Published by: Molly Housh Gordon on Nov 08, 2011
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Stories for Worship by the Reverend Molly Housh Gordon
Once upon a time…and a long, long time ago it was; a time, in fact, when ideas andconcepts still talked and walked the earth like humans… Father Time and Mother Wisdomhad a child. She was a tiny slip of a child, and she looked just like a miniature version of herdad, so they named her Moment. As a baby, she was capricious, moving from fierce wails tocontented gurgles in the blink of an eye. And as she grew into a mischievous little girl,Moment’s tutors had an increasingly troublesome time finding her for her lessons. She hadan uncanny talent at slipping through their grasp. “She was right there! At the very edge of my vision!” they would each say. “But she has evaded me once again. That Moment is justimpossible to pin down!”It wasn’t that Moment wanted to cause trouble by avoiding her tutors. She was a smart childand eager to learn. It was just that there was so much for her to see and do, and she wantedto see and do it all. Why should she sit still and pay attention when she could be out getting asniff of this flower, a taste of that apple, a snippet of bird’s song?Now, Father Time loved to walk in the garden, and often Moment enjoyed tagging along. Time strode along the rose-lined paths in long measured steps while Moment tripped andskipped and pattered along beside him, little legs moving double time in order to keep up.Father Time loved his daughter very much, but he watched with a sort of bemused wonderas she flitted about from place to place. Even as a young boy, Time had always been steadier,more deliberate, and less hurried. How in the world had he produced a daughter with suchspirit, so much vim and vigor… and so little focus?Now if Moment had lived in our time, I’m sure she would be called ADD, but since shelived in the era of Time and Wisdom, she was called exuberant. But, it was agreed, she hadperhaps a little more exuberance than any one person really needed. So one morning Moment’s mother, Wisdom, decided it was time to sit Moment down for a chat.“Dearest,” she said, “you know how much we all love you and your spirit. I hope that younever lose your lust for life… But you must slow down sometimes in order to truly fulfillyour potential as Moment. You must devote your entire self to the things you do, so that youmight experience the world in all its depth and not only in it’s breadth.”“Yes, mother,” said Moment, as she prepared to run off and play.“Moment, come with me for the just a few minutes, and I will show you something,” said Wisdom, as she took her by the hand and led her over to the garden. “I know that you liketo sniff the flowers, but look how much more there is to a flower than its scent!”Moment sat and watched as a large drop of dew rolled slowly down to the edge of a petal, while the flower dipped under its weight. She squealed in delight as the dewdrop plunged tothe ground, and the flower, freed of its weight, sprang back into place.
“Now see this apple tree, where you like to steal tart bites of apple,” said Wisdom, “can yousee the smaller younger apples and imagine how they will grow? And can you smell thebiting scent of the older apples that have already fallen to the ground?” Moment, nodded,grinned, and climbed up into the tree, feeling the rough bark under her bare feet and theleaves brushing against her face, and examining the apples in different stages of development. “ I never knew there was so much fun to be had from an apple tree!” She said.“Indeed,” said Mother Wisdom, “and now I hope you will take the time to look around youand see how much fun is to be had and how much knowledge to be gained, and how much wonder to be felt in
you do, Moment, for your joy at the world will enable you tofeel and know and enjoy these things so deeply.” Moment listened, and thought about whather mother had said. And as she thought, she heard the bees buzzing around the flowers, shesaw the wind gently blowing her mother’s hair, she rubbed a smooth leaf between her thumband forefinger, and she knew that Wisdom was right. And from that day on, Moment never took a step without noticing the feel of the grassunder her feet or the smell of rain in the air. She never stepped in out of the snow withoutsavoring the heat of the house or stepped out into a fall day without enjoying the crispbreeze on her face. And she knew and she felt and she enjoyed life in all its breadth and in allits depth, and she was filled with joy. The End.
Once upon a time, there was a tiny grain of sand… named Dave. Now there are many kindsof sand in the world, and Dave was not a grain of beach sand or a particle of playgroundsand. Dave came from the family of Desert sand, and because he lived in the desert, he wassurrounded by a LOT of family. So many, in fact, that he sometimes felt a little suffocated.But being a grain of desert sand meant more for Dave than just feeling crowded. It alsomeant that he was almost always warm and dry, basking in the sun. It meant that he wouldsometimes feel the slick silky body of a snake move over him. It meant that, every now andthen, he might be swept up into the air and swirled around and around in a windstorm of joy and exhilaration. Yet despite the joy of the wind and the cool smoothness of the snakes and the simplepleasures of the warm sand, Dave was discontent. He felt that he belonged somewhere else.
home, he thought, should be somewhere more glamorous and more exciting.So one day, as a party of passengers passed through, Dave the grain of desert sand caught apassing gust of wind, rode it after a woman in hiking boots, and clug tight to her back pack.He rode with the woman on a bus, in a taxi, and on a plane. He saw hotels, and cafes, andoutdoor markets, and eventually he landed with the woman on the beaches of SouthCarolina.Dave saw the beach, and he thought to himself, “now 
is a place for a grain of sand tolive!”“There is a cool breeze, the fresh smell of salt, and the gentle back and forth of the sea.Maybe this is where I will feel happy and settled, and home.”But soon Dave got tired of the salty, fishy smell, and he grew 
 weary of being cold and wet. And he thought “No…. no, this is not my home.”So one day, as Dave watched a family sit together on the beach, he saw their little boy digging a hole in the sand. When he saw this little boy, Dave came up with a plan. He wouldleave the beach, and he would catch a ride with this boy to somewhere new and exciting. SoDave found a snug traveling place between the little boys toes, and off he went, skipping andjumping away from the beach that did not feel like home. The next day, Dave found himself in a small playground in a big and bustling city. He lookedaround and thought to himself “now 
is the place for a grain of sand to feel at home.”“There are so many sounds and smells, so many things to do and see.” And with that, Dave rode with the little boy in joy and exhiliration down the slide.But soon Dave grew overwhelmed by the bustle of the city and the shouts of the playing children. “No…” he thought, “no, this is not my home either. Perhaps my home is back inthe desert, where it is quiet and warm and dry, and where my friends and family swirl joyfully in the wind.

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