The Parable of the Clouds

A crowd of people were gathered in a field where they were all looking up at the cloud-filled sky.

“Look!” one of them said. “That one looks like an ice-cream cone!”

“I don’t think so,” said another, “that one looks like a silly man wearing a hat.”

Yet another joined in, “Who cares about all that, see that one over there? It looks like an elephant!”

“No, I think these clouds are a sign from God!”

“That can’t be, these clouds are telling us we’re going to have a bad crop harvest this year.”

“That’s stupid, all these clouds are proof that there is no God…”

This went on a long time, until at last, all of them had spoken–except one man who was laying on the ground nearby. Nobody could agree on what the meaning of the clouds was, so they asked the quiet man to see what he thought.

“All I see is a beautiful day,” he said.

This made the others so angry, that they scolded him. “How could you be so dull and dumb to not see the signs in the sky.”

“Beleive me,” the man said, “I understand what you see. But who among you can say he’s truly at peace in life?”

None of them could speak, and the crowd was so angry at the simple, satisfied man, that they murdered him.