The Gospel in a Nutshell

I have been writing a short story recently with high hopes of getting it published in a Sunday School book of great renown. Hence the story is written in a specific dialect, capitalizing on creative modern phrasing, in order to accomplish the pre-stated goal. It must be understood that the story was not produced for the specific purpose of this blog, but for an undisclosed purpose much greater than the scope of Krriptonite. Alas, Krriptonite merely functions as a platform to get this modern masterpiece into the public eye, and above all into the eye of those Sunday School publishers.

The Gospel in a N

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utshell,

It all began on an old farm lane that meandered its way across some overgrown pasture land and into the Appalachian foothills. No one quite knows for certain when the old lane was blazed, though almost everyone agrees that someone from the ol’ “Golden Oak” homestead organized the rocks and undergrowth into a path at some point. While most agree on who made the path, few agree on when the path was made. The Appalachian folk have been feuding on this topic for generations. The feud has often escalated to killing and that type of thing. The author is unsure of the importance of these details to the rest of the story. He shares them anyway and trusts that they will be up building and encouraging.

Let us get down to the real story. One fine day Godfrey found himself wondering down the previously mentioned lane. Not watching where he was going, Godfrey stumbled upon the largest most greenest acorn he had ever seen. “Oh my STARS that’s a big acorn,” said Godfrey to himself. Though Godfrey had never known it, he had always wanted such an acorn. In fact, though he had never known it, he realized for the first time that he had always NEEDED a big acorn. To this day the Appalachian folk tell their children at an early age that they need an acorn.

Snatching up the acorn, Godfrey continued his stroll. Before long, a large, grey squirrel bounded across the lane. Now Godfrey’s mother had always told him not to be selfish, especially with things that everybody else needed like food, water, and air to breath. With these thoughts in mind, Godfrey knelt and held out the acorn. Godfrey was utterly shocked when the squirrel merely glanced at him and bounded off on his merry way into the woods. “Well, my lands…what a dumb squirrel,” thought Godfrey to himself. “He’s too dumb to even know how much he needs this acorn!” Didn’t the squirrel know that winter was coming? Godfrey took comfort in the fact that if the squirrel knew how good the acorn really was and how much he really needed the acorn, he would certainly come get it from him. Oh, if the squirrel only knew!

(to be continued)