Posted by: rshalomw | August 9, 2012

THE STRANGER- A MODERN PARABLE

A friend sent me the following article that is very thought provoking.  Sometimes we are moving forward so fast that we don’t realize what we left behind.  Progress seems fabulous, until we see a perspective that gives the entire picture:

The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the

beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to to live with

our family. The stranger was quickly accepted, and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me

to obey. But the stranger…he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking,

but Dad didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions,
but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors.

Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my

dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular

basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely

(much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were
influenced strongly by the stranger.

Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked…and NEVER

asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved
in with our family. He has blended right

in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still if you could walk into my parents’ den today,

you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch

him draw his pictures.

His name?…. We just call him ‘TV.’

He has a wife now….we call her ‘Computer.’

Their first child is "Cell Phone."

Second child "I Pod."

And JUST BORN THIS YEAR WAS a Grandchild: IPAD.

OH MY—-HOW TRUE THIS IS!!!

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

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