The Wild Olive Shoot Community


Once, there was a church that received a vision from God. They dared to do what no other church at that time had done. They grew, and spread across the nation. They called themselves the Blaze Community.

But it absorbed teachings from other groups, both Christian and Pagan. The vision became polluted. Rather than examining itself, the Blaze Community became proud and arrogant, standing alone as the true church, against all opposition.

The Blaze died to an ember as people left, fleeing tyranny, judgement, and forced austerity. Humbly, the Blaze Community leaders sought God's forgiveness and direction.

Now the community received a new vision. One of grace, love, forgiveness, and mercy. Aware that it had been given another chance by God, it renamed itself the Wild Olive Shoot Community, with the knowledge that God could pluck them out of the Cultivated Olive (the universal church) if they ever again fell away from the path to which God had called them.

Friday 24 February 2012

Kiko the Clown

Kiko was a clown
He loved being a clown
He sang, and he danced, and he juggled, and he played tricks on people
Everyone loved Kiko, because he made them laugh.
And they gave him things.
They gave him food, and clothes, and money, and all kinds of things
Because they loved Kiko
And Kiko loved getting things.
Gradually he had more and more things, but it was never enough
The more he had, the more he wanted
The more he had, the more frightened he was of losing even the smallest thing.
He loved things more than he loved being a clown
So, he didn't sing, or dance, or juggle, unless someone gave him something.
The people around him became sad and poor
They wanted Kiko the cheer them up, but he just wanted the things they had.
One day, Kiko went into town, but he couldn't find anyone
He looked high, and he looked low, but there was no-one around
Then he heard crying from an alley
He went there and found a child weeping and weak.
He sang, but the child still cried
He danced, but the child still cried
He juggled, but it made no difference
So, he asked the child what was wrong
The child said she was hungry, she had not eaten in days
Kiko thought, I have plenty of food, I will give her some of mine.
So he did, and the child was happier
Then Kiko saw she was dressed in rags
Kiko thought, I have plenty if clothes, I will give her some of mine
So he did, and the child was even happier.
Making the child happy felt good to Kiko
Better than being a clown
Better than things
So, he went around town, giving away what he had to people who needed it
The people became happy
Kiko became happy
And he sang, and danced, and juggled, and all he wanted was applause
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