Pontiuth Pilate
Republican Jesus!
I heard this fable today and I just had to pass it on to you all at CFC 
It's from the East - only the East can come up with stories like this. The guy that told it to me was from New Jersey, anyway 
It's about guilt.
Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a boy and a girl who were siblings. And one day the boy said: "I'm going to collect marbles", and the girl said "Oh yeah? Well I'M going to collect candy bars".
And for a year and a day they amassed their hoards. And at the end of the year the boy had a huge stash of marbles - all colors, all sizes, all materials. Blue, green, nickel, iron, from the size of a tennis ball to the size of a pea - a selection perhaps of all the marbles that were ever made! But his sister's hoard was no less impressive - a huge mound of candy bars, all brands, all flavors - chocolate, peanut butter, even rare and exotic species like spinach, marmalade, and jalapeno had come to rest in her museum.
Well, they were showing off their hoards to each other, and the girl said: "That's an amazing collection of marbles you've got there, brother!" And her sibling replied: "Your candy stash is pretty spiffy too!" So his sister suggested: "What about a trade? You give me your marbles and I'll give you my candy bars."
The boy said OK and went off to get a sack to put his marbles in. But when he got back he started thinking and thinking... and he thought his stash of marbles was so magnificent that he really COULDN'T part with all of it. He said to himself, only a true marble expert like myself could appreciate the extent and variety of this collection. Still, a deal was a deal... what was he to do? He finally swept most of his marbles into the sack, and stuffed the remainder under his bed.
When he got back to his sister he held up the sack and said, "Here are the marbles". His sister said: "The sack looks so small! Are you sure they're all there?" Her brother reddened and said: "Of course they are! You can even count 'em if you like!" and this had the desired effect, for his sister replied, "No, I trust YOU, brother".
She went and got her candy and came back with it in a huge box and gave it to her brother. Then the trade was completed.
Well come nightfall the sister was sleeping just as soundly as her new marbles, which were stored safely under her bed. But the brother was less fortunate - all night he tossed and turned, and he never got a moment of sleep for HIS soul. What was the matter with him?
Was he wondering, "Did she give me all the candy bars?"
No. He had indigestion from eating year old candy.
It's from the East - only the East can come up with stories like this. The guy that told it to me was from New Jersey, anyway It's about guilt.Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a boy and a girl who were siblings. And one day the boy said: "I'm going to collect marbles", and the girl said "Oh yeah? Well I'M going to collect candy bars".
And for a year and a day they amassed their hoards. And at the end of the year the boy had a huge stash of marbles - all colors, all sizes, all materials. Blue, green, nickel, iron, from the size of a tennis ball to the size of a pea - a selection perhaps of all the marbles that were ever made! But his sister's hoard was no less impressive - a huge mound of candy bars, all brands, all flavors - chocolate, peanut butter, even rare and exotic species like spinach, marmalade, and jalapeno had come to rest in her museum.
Well, they were showing off their hoards to each other, and the girl said: "That's an amazing collection of marbles you've got there, brother!" And her sibling replied: "Your candy stash is pretty spiffy too!" So his sister suggested: "What about a trade? You give me your marbles and I'll give you my candy bars."
The boy said OK and went off to get a sack to put his marbles in. But when he got back he started thinking and thinking... and he thought his stash of marbles was so magnificent that he really COULDN'T part with all of it. He said to himself, only a true marble expert like myself could appreciate the extent and variety of this collection. Still, a deal was a deal... what was he to do? He finally swept most of his marbles into the sack, and stuffed the remainder under his bed.
When he got back to his sister he held up the sack and said, "Here are the marbles". His sister said: "The sack looks so small! Are you sure they're all there?" Her brother reddened and said: "Of course they are! You can even count 'em if you like!" and this had the desired effect, for his sister replied, "No, I trust YOU, brother".
She went and got her candy and came back with it in a huge box and gave it to her brother. Then the trade was completed.
Well come nightfall the sister was sleeping just as soundly as her new marbles, which were stored safely under her bed. But the brother was less fortunate - all night he tossed and turned, and he never got a moment of sleep for HIS soul. What was the matter with him?
Was he wondering, "Did she give me all the candy bars?"
No. He had indigestion from eating year old candy.
