Another Story
"Father, how come love is four letters long when it is so grand?" a simple child asked
"Well dear Eliza, think of other four letter long words today."
She went off and spent the day thinking about Father's reply. She could only think of one other four letter word but it could not be the one Father meant. She come home feeling blue and disappointed in herslef, wishing she could of done more and thought of more words. She sat down at the dinner table and conversation continued as normal, until the question arrived.
"Eliza, what was your word that you came up with?"
Eliza looked down at herself and mumbled, "It's not very good because I'm not very smart. I'm sorry I couldn't think of more Father."
"What was the word?"
"Hate." She replied. She looked at her Father and saw not a cross look on his face but one of pleasure.
"Do you know why hate is the word you thought of Eliza? Here let me explain. Long ago God created a scale. He placed a wing from a guardian angel on one end and a feather from the devil's wing on the other. Angles always asked Him why did he create bad? He simply replied. Love and hate have four letters because each soul is born with the same amount. But all angles replied no, you give more love than hate. He replied yes that is true, but it all depends. Was the soul made out of love or hate, will the parents love or hate. Those with all negative answers deserve more love since they have enough hate. And those with all positive answers get equal love because they have more natural love in their family. But then why hate. Hate is not evil because you make it so. I don;t put it there, it just naturally depletes. The scale must contain good and bad because the world does. I did not make it so, I offered a choice. Those who chose right will have the weight of the world on their shoulders. And those who chose "wrong" will have it easy going but not have as sweet a reward. Tell me son, do you not get flowers by planting them and tending to them? Each soul is a flower seed, I tend to them as best as I can but I can not control how hight they grow or how fast. The world can not be righted bywrongs nor can be righted by rights. A scale will tip with good when it is measured with good but it will stay the same when measured with bad. So few people have good and because they do they need to have enough to balance out the bad. We could have a better world if others became good. Even the tiniestblack mark on a blue test will have you fail. The angels asked God why he did not make the good be more good. He replied simply that he could not. They long with their eyes and do with their heart and soul. But at one point there willbe a time when it becomes too much.Tell me that you believ in Me and I will trust you, those with good will trust you too. Go down my friends and spread joy in the form of words to the world. They do all they can, well most just look away."
