Chopsticks (Feeding One Another)

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A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish: “Before I die let me visit both hell and Heaven.” Her wish was granted.

She was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables were piled high with delicious food and drink. Around the tables sat miserable, starving people as wretched as could be. “Why are they like this?” she asked the angel who accompanied her. “Look at their arms,” the angel replied. She looked and saw that attached to the people’s arms were long chopsticks secured above the elbow. Unable to bend their elbows, the people aimed the chopsticks at the food, missed every time and sat hungry, frustrated and miserable. “Indeed this is hell! Take me away from here!”

She was then whisked off to Heaven. Again she found herself in a great banqueting hall with tables piled high. Around the tables sat people laughing, contented, joyful. “No chopsticks I suppose,” she said. “Oh yes there are. Look – just as in hell they are long and attached above the elbow but look… here people have learnt to feed one another”.

Taking care of one another is not a new age idea. As people of God, as those that love…have been doing it for thousands of years. It’s quite possible that what we do, or fail to do can affect our future more than you know. And my only question to you is; is there ever a time we just throw our hands in the air and stop loving?

There might be many times for many things but there is never a time to stop loving.

1 Jn 4:18 “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”

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