In a classic Buddhist story, an experienced monk and a novice are walking down a muddy road. They hear a voice yelling insults, and turn to see a rich young woman sitting in a sedan chair across the road. She is berating her servants because she cannot get down to cross the road without ruining her fine silk dress and her fancy shoes. The servants can't help because their hands are already full with her packages. The older monk crosses the road, takes the woman on his back, and carries her across the road. When she gets down, she shoves past him into a merchant's store without a word. As the monks continue their journey, the younger one seethes in silence. Finally, after several hours of walking, he bursts out: "Why did you bother to help that rude woman? She didn't even thank you!" The older monk turns to him and answers, "I put her down back at the side of the road. Why are you still carrying her?"
Is there someone or something that you're still carrying around? What might happen if you asked God to help you put it down?
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