Silver Cord Parables The Old Man

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The leaves had begun their delightful change and the night air took on a new chill
bringing forth the first signs of autumn and the early hints of the winter to soon follow.
Nature was steadily moving through its annual cycle of regeneration, each step of the
way displaying its special beauties in an endless array of uniqueness for all who have the
ears or eyes or heart to marvel at it, or to drink it in. For the wonders expressed on the
mountain and in the valley below were fresh and newly alive for all who lived there. And
many were the hearts that were enriched.

But probably none was touched as deeply as one very old man who lived all alone high
upon that mountain. For many years now he had lived a sequestered life untouched by
those in the village below. Few would dare to venture near his cabin and there was a cold
worse than any winter's night to greet him if he ever stepped into the village. In fact all
sorts of gossipy stories went around about him causing fearful images in the children,
loathing in the women and angered disgust in the men. Since none of the present
generation ever had any personal contact with him, quite a mountain of unchallenged
rejection and hate had grown up unchecked among the villagers over the years.

 

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