Saturday, March 23, 2013

"The Parable of the Lost Lens": Fifty-acres and a Fool Series

The Parable of the Lost Lens

And, lo, Brent was walking up the driveway when a number of the scribes and Pharisees came unto him, saying, “Tell us, O Brent, the way to see as thou seest, for thou art wise in these ways.”  Brent squinted at them and then said, “One day a farmer went out to mow.  And as he walked out unto the John Deere, he cleaned his glasses and noticed that one lens seemed loosed.  Now these were the same glasses he had laid behind the tractor the year before whilst working on it and upon which his good wife had trod while walking up behind him to see what he was doing and which his daughter who worketh at a place of eye care had repaired, so had hence be healed earlier.  The farmer looked upon the lens, sideways, straightaway, and upside down; and lo he determineth nothing, so he placed the glasses upon his head, climbed uponeth his tractor and mowed the prairie.”

The scribes and Pharisees were enthralled, for Brent spoke as one with authority.  “After mowing the prairie whilst listening to tunes uponeth his iPod, the farmer climbed down to clean the field trash off his tractor and bush-hog and, lo, whilst brushing the trash off the bush-hog’s deck a piece of long weed hit the lens and sent it sailing into the field.  Being a man of exceedingly calm demeanor, the farmer removed his glasses and stared upon them.  He place them back on his head and took them off again.  Lo, his sight was impaired, so he folded the glasses, put them in his coverall’s pocket, and searched up on his hands and knees through the field for the lost lens.  He sifted field trash through his fingers, he laid uponeth the ground and looked for a glint of the sun off the lens, and, behold, that which he sought for was revealed unto him and he picked up the lens with great rejoicing because that which was lost was now found.  Riasing the lens toward heaven, he gave thanks, brushed the dust from the lens, and put it in his coveralls’ pants pocket.”

After putting the tractor in the barn, he went into the farmhouse for his ritual cleansing and, lo, he pulled the lost lens from his coverall’s pants pocket and placed it, rejoicing, upon the Maytag.  Then he reached unto the top pocket for the glasses and they were not there.  Nor were they in any of the other of the coveralls pockets.  Nor were they upon the tractor, the bushhog, the toobox wherein he keeps his pipe (which was in the same pocket as the glasses) and other things.  He wandered out into the field and with wailing and gnashing of teeth, utterances of foul curses, he searched the field to no avail.” The farmer returned to the farmhouse, crying, “Woe is me, for that which is lost is found but that which was not lost is now not to be found.” 

Then Brent grew quiet.  The scribes and the Pharisees pondered his words.  “What manner of man is this that teaches this way?” said one.  Another said, “These are hard things.  What might they mean.”

“Beats me,” muttered Brent walking away.

-       --   from Johnbrent 4:1-27 of the Lost Gospel of the Farmer

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