Monday, 20 February 2017

The Trap.

My daughter in law Louise a teacher. 

We seem to be living in a very difficult society. In the last few days I watched a documentary about the behaviour of prisoners and I remember back to my time as a prison chaplain and the prisoners who had learned from their mistakes and were just getting on with serving their time and starting life afresh. Some of them still keep in touch and keep me informed of their progress. 

Then I heard on the news that there was to be new law brought out to protect staff working in shops from violent assaults and abuse. I remember back to the days when I worked in shops and the only grief we ever got from customers was a bit of teasing and banter. 

Then I read of the number of teachers assaulted by students, even in primary school, and the number of follow up incidents because parents would not believe their child was to blame. I think of the wonderful times I had as a teacher and the number of students who still keep in touch. 

Where has it all gone wrong? 

There is a story.

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” 
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house.”
The pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”
The mouse turned to the cow, and the cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. 
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient. But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you -- remember -- when one of us is threatened, we may all be at risk.
 We are all involved in this journey called life. 

We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. 

We are all a special thread in another persons tapestry of life. We are all woven together I so hope I am contributing to a beautiful pattern of love and care. 

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