The Box of Crayons

While walking in a toy store
the day before today,
I over heard a Crayon box,
With many things say.

"I don't like Red!" said the Yellow.
And Green said, "Nor do I !"
"And no one here likes Orange,
But no one knows quite why."

"We are a box of crayons,
that really doesn't get along",
said the Blue to all the others.
"Something here is wrong!"

Well, I bought that boix of crayons,
And took it home with me,
And laid out all the crayons,
So that crayons all could see.

They watched me as I coloured,
With Red and Blue and Green,
And Balck and White and Orange,
and every colour in between.

They watched as Green become grass,
And Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright,
on White clouds drifting by.

Colours changed as they touched,
becoming something new.
They watched me as I coloured.
They watched until I was through.

And when I'd finished,
I began to walk away.
And as I did the Crayon box,
had something to say...

"I do like Red!" said the Yellow,
And Green said so do I !"
"And Blue you are terrific!
So high up in the sky."

"We are a Box of Crayons,
Each of us unique,
But when we get together,
The picture is complete."

- Authour Unknown -

Cute poem right? But more powerful in today's world than we may think. The other evening I was told that a person doesn't attend church anymore because they are angry with one other person. They like everyone - but one person. So... they don't attend church. The part that stinks... is the person they are angry with is me. Shish! How do you handle that one?

I have yet to find a minister that can stay home when he doesn't like some one.

The thoughts about the "Emotional Jug" are still there stirring my soul and mind.

This simple poem makes so much sense. We need each other.

~ Pastor Murray ~