The Mouse And The Elephant

I lifted the gist of this story from Pastor Harry.

Once upon a time there was a mouse and an elephant. The mouse would ride around on the elephant everywhere. Most of the the mouse was happy with where the elephant wanted to take him, but one day, the elephant came up to a big canyon that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The only way across the canyon was a narrow, rickety, old rope bridge -- you know, the kind you see in the movies or cartoons right before some bad character plummets to his grisly death. The elephant put one foot on the bridge.

The mouse was a bit concerned.

"No no!" shouted the mouse, "Don't go that way, well find another way!" The elephant continued. The mouse closed his eyes. Step by step he crossed the bridge, against the mouse's constant protests that kept getting louder and more frequent. Then, the mouse and the elephant soon found themselves on solid ground again. The bridge was crossed. They were okay.

"WE DID IT!" shouted the mouse, full of joy.

We?

Well, the mouse didn't do a whole lot on his own. The elephant made the decisions on where to go and how to get there. The mouse did one very important thing though. He chose the right ride.

Choose the right ride through life.

I think I'll take the Jesus train. :-)