Daily Archives: March 14, 2012

Folly Goes to Church

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English: Church of Holy Wisdom, Thessaloniki

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Folly goes to the church building dressed in fine clothes.  He attends the service provided.  He even takes part in the pageantry; making nice to all that is expected of him.  He dresses himself in humility for a time so that all men might understand that folly is acceptable.  Then he retires from that “holy place” sure that he has accomplished his duty to a “holy practice of men”.

One hour or a lengthy two are given as payment for the activity of the week.  He has bought forgiveness and given thanks.  In his eyes he is a rich man.  And people speak well of him because he presents himself for what is right.

Through the next 6 days he does as his heart seems best to do.  He is a religious man.  And he perceives that his religion will keep him well before the eyes of the Most High God.  What he does is based entirely in his understanding of what he heard, what he saw others do, and the praise of his friends.  All is well in folly’s world.  He is free to raise a family as best he can, for he has interpreted Scripture through his own understanding.  Indeed, on earth all is well for folly.

Wisdom goes to the church building dressed in knowledge he does not own.  He attends the service with great joy, as one might feel when coming home from an extended trip.  He is part of the pageantry, for he understands that it is for the good of all that he brings his soul to be accountable for what God has done within him. And “to the building up of others”, wisdom applies his worship.  His clothes of humility are his shining skin, and is never removed.  Then, when the service is over, he presents himself to the God he loves that he, by all means, might serve eternity in this land of shadows.

One hour or two are to him but time spent serving the God who never sleeps.  And payment cannot be given for what he has received.  He has accepted the forgiveness offered him with a contrite heart; knowing all too well that God is the riches of all things.  Whether people speak well of him or beat him about the head, it makes no difference.  For he obeys what he is ordered to accomplish for the glory of He who calls him heavenward.

Through the next 6 days he listens intently to hear what must be done.  And he perceives that he has entrusted his mind, heart, body, and soul, to He who is able to keep him until the day appointed.  What he does is based entirely on the “wisdom he has received”, and those four words are the fullness of his name.  All is well in wisdom’s world, for he is a citizen of a distant country whose language he is learning to speak.  He raises his family as the Lord of Life prescribes.  For the Scriptures have laid out clearly what is good and pure.  Indeed, on earth and heaven, all is well in Wisdom’s life.

Folly Plays a Game of Chess

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Folly? (Photo credit: Bobbytee)

Wisdom and Folly sat down on the lawn; a great green carpet for a great white house.  They had come together to play a game of chess in the warm spring air.  Greetings were exchanged and pleasant words were spoken.  The sun warmed, so very gently, while they sat through the first game.  Folly had won and was pleased with himself.  Wisdom had lost that game.  Yet, joy was the noise that attended them both just the same.

Another round played and wisdom had lost.  Now folly thought well of himself.  Afternoon drifted by with cheering speech loft.  The sun watched intently, both of them having a grand old time on the lawn of that grand old white house.

Six games in all rattled pieces of marble, as they cordially spent a fine day.  “How beautiful it is when good friends gather”, said folly.  And wisdom, with cheer, could to agree.  Six games had been played and folly had bested his new friend every one.  Though some games were close and tension teased folly, the wins made his spirit stand tall.

Evening drew near and it became very clear that the sun was about to retire.  Wisdom thanked his new friend and spoke well of a joy to have played such a worthy opponent of fire.  Folly grinned broadly with eyes sparkling glee;  “I have had such a wonderful day!”  While gladness embraced them, folly rose up to leave, while wisdom remained to put the sun to bed.

Sweet to the heart is a beautiful sunset.  How lovely to do what is good.  Like flight to a Condor, effort not taken.  And height provides a safe rest.

Folly’s steps home danced upon feet without weight.  He had proved himself a man of great mind. In his heart folly gave thanks that his parents had raised such a good man.  There is marvelous joy in accomplishing a good name.  He would surely pass on a grand legacy.  And he would sleep well tonight, for his children would prosper in the way of their father!

Wisdom arose when the sun’s eyes finally shut.  His heart held a firm knowledgeable joy.  He had done what was right and allowed loss to win; knowing the game was a front for the better of both.  He had bested his friend in love’s ways.

As he entered the great white house he passed a small table.  Upon which lay trophies for the game played in the sun.  The trophies appeared to wisdom in the corner of his eye as he passed.  And a smile imperceptible was there, then was gone.

All next day was the ranting great cheer, which folly’s delight held so dear.  Great praise was addressed, and openly taken in ear.  Boast and praise went up like a song all through the day.  All among them performing what was good and expected for such friends so dearly bonded, and wise with gentle cordiality.  Counsel was given and heads nodded “yes”.  Oh how bright the eyes of students can be when they are hungry for what is offered.

Yet wisdom perceived no memory of loss.  Not one flea of sorrow pestered him. Never alone, his two feet took him, “there”.   What is good has just got to be done.  And the new day demands the tender work, heart and hand.  About and about.  Another labor of love to be found, lest the sun sleep in peace all alone.