Tuesday, February 21, 2012

2012-08 - The Acorn Planter...

In the 1930s a young traveller was exploring the French Alps. He came upon a vast stretch of barren land. It was desolate. It was forbidding. It was ugly. It was the kind of place you hurry away from.

Then, suddenly, the young traveller stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of this vast wasteland was a bent-over old man. On his back was a sack of acorns. In his hand was a four-foot length of iron pipe.

The man was using the iron pope to punch holes in the ground. Then from the sack he would take an acorn and put it in the hole. Later the old man the traveller, "I've planted over 100,000 acorns. Perhaps only a tenth of them will grow." The old man's wife and son had died, and this was how he chose to spend his final years. "I want to do something useful," he said.

Twenty-five years later the now-not-as-young traveller returned to the same desolate area. What he saw amazed him. He could not believe his own eyes. The land was covered with a beautiful forest two miles wide and five miles long. Birds were singing, animals were playing, and wild flowers perfumed the air.

The traveller stood there recalling the desolation that once was; a beautiful oak forest stood there now - all because someone cared.

~ Brian Cavanaugh, T.O.R., The Sower's Seeds
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"When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened."

~ John M. Richardson, J
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