Wanted to share-Nice and insightful The Villagers of Stiltsville Perhaps you dont know, then, maybe you do, about Stiltsville, the village, (so strange but so true) Where people like we, some tiny, some tall, with jobs and kids and clocks on the wall keep an eye on the time. For each evening at six, they meet in the square for the purpose of sticks, tall stilts upon which Stiltsvillians can strut and be lifted above those down in the rut: the less and the least, the Tribe of Too Smalls, the not cools and have-nots who want to be tall but cant, because in the giving of sticks, their name was not called, They did not get picked. Yet still they come when villagers gather; they press to the front to see if they matter to the clique of the cool, the court of high clout, that decides who is special and declares with a shout, Yourre classy! Yourre pretty! Youre clever or Funny! And bequeath a prize, not of medal or money, not a fresh baked pie or a house someone built, but the oddest of gifts- a gift of some stilts. Moving up is their mission, going higher their aim. Elevate your position is the name of their game. The higher-ups of Stiltsville (you know if you have been there) make the biggest to-do of the sweetness of thin air. They relish the chance on their high apparatus to strut on their stilts, the ultimate status. For isnt life best when viewed from the top? Unless you stumble and suddenly are not so sure of your footing. You tilt and then sway. Look out bel-o-o-o-w!: and you fall straightaway into the Too Smalls, hoi polloi of the earth. You land on your pride- oh boy, how it hurts when the chic police, in the jilt of all jilts, dont offer to help but instead take your stilts. Who made you King? you start to complain but then notice the hour and forget your refrain. Its almost six! No time for chatter. Its back to the crowd to see if you matter. Stiltsvillians still cluster and the crowds still clamor, but more stay away. They seem less enamored Since The Carpenter came and refused to be stilted HE CHOSE LOW OVER HIGH, LEFT THE SYSTEM TIP-TILTED. You matter already He explained to the town. TRUST ME ON THIS ONE. KEEP YOUR FEET IN THE GROUND. Max Lucado-Fearless!!
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:06:03 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015