FOG SCARECROW
A lighthouse was built off the rocky coast of a remote island in the Pacific. The people who lived on the island had never seen a lighthouse before. During the construction they had watched with great interest, looking forward to the day when the operation could be tested. When the big day arrived, they all gathered at the water’s edge watching and listening to the sights and sounds penetrating the heavy fog that had rolled in. After several hours, they slowly disbanded in disgust. One of the project engineers proudly asked a native what he thought of the operation. The native replied with a snort, “The light shines, the bell rings, the horn blows, but the fog keeps on just the same.” Sunday Sermons, Vol. 13, No. 2, March/April, 1983.
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