I didn’t want to sing wrong
So I didn’t sing at all
I didn’t want to dance wrong
So I didn’t dance at all
I didn’t want to respond wrong
So I didn’t respond at all.
When the game was over
They added up all the points;
And though I was careful not to lose any
I found I still had none.
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- Thinking Christian housewife/homeschooling mother of five who enjoys photography, gardening, and ruining perfectly good milk with my home cheesemaking efforts. We live on a farm, next to my parents whom we try not to let know just how weird we really are. We have flunked out of church for perhaps the final time, unable to figure out how to fit in and play nice.
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Your comment reminds me of Jesus' story of the Ten Talents. The man who got one buried his and was able to return it to the lender. The others took a risk and made a profit. The owner advised the cautious man that he should have put his Talent on deposit with the bank and at least it would have earned interest. Although taking interest was frowned on in Jewish culture.
I wonder what all that has to say to Jesus' followers today about risk, investments, and the gifts God gives us that we call 'talents'?
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