One evening before the great fire in the center of camp a warrior turned grandfather sat
with his young grandson by his side. He spoke in a voice filled by many moons of life and
wisdom. "My son," he began, "there is a great battle that goes on inside of all men. It is
called the struggle of the two wolves that live in each of us."
"One is evil.....it is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt,
resentment, inferiority, false pride, lies and ego."
"What is the other grandfather?" the young boy asked.
"The other is good.....it is joy, peace. love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence,
truth, empathy, generosity, compassion, and faith."
The grandson thought for a moment and asked, "Which of the wolves wins this great
battle grandpa?"
The grandfather paused for a moment, putting his arm around the young boy and replied,
"The one we feed, my son."
Paraphrased By Preacher - Many Blessings To Your Wolf
A journey of faith shared in thoughts, prayers, people, places and life circumstances. Another way of looking at life with an opportunity for feedback.
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Taken Offstage In Sturgis
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- I set a record for duration of stay at my previous location, Brookings, SD. Nine years does not seem all that long. We aren't done moving in, there are still boxes in the barn that I haven't unpacked from the last four addresses. My strongest desire is to be off and running, hot and fast, in pursuit of the next vision to guide my life. I truly believe this old Bed & Breakfast that we are in the process of converting is the vision God has given us. Thinking about the suitcases out in the barn I know for certain there is one that has had stuff in it since '69 and it's ready to go today. It was not until just recently that I came to the realization that I've got to stop living like I won't be here six months from now. That is unproductive! I pray God gives me enough years to really get settled before adjourning to my permanent home. That one not made with human hands but prepared for me from the beginning. I enjoy telling folks that I'm really not ready to go home yet, but my bags are packed, and my ticket was bought and paid for 2000 years ago.
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