A French painter, musing about the parable about the wealthy farmer was so moved over it he took out a canvas, a pallet and brush and began to paint the scene. He painted a man sitting behind a desk — rather portly in size — and several bags of money in front of him. Behind him was a shelf, on which was a small bag, as if for a very special purpose. Outside the window of that man’s home was a bumper crop blowing in the afternoon breeze, and a warm sunshine beating down on it.
Then the painter flipped the canvas to its opposite side and painted another scene. Same man, same desk, same bags of money — same little treasured bag behind him on the shelf, same crops, same window, but now everything was covered with dust. The death angel stood, having his hand on the man’s shoulder. And the angel’s lips were pursed as if to say, “Fool. You fool!” -Jones, R.…
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