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Topic: Pride (04/12/04)
TITLE: THE FABLED RIDGE
By george elerick
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The night was soothing for David because he found peace in the unknown, he found rest in the unseen, for he knew he was never alone. Those in the local church knew about David and knew he was a believer, but their fear kept them from ever making a trip to that ridge. They were scared of the what they didn't know. They trembled from all the fables that had been made about this lonely bachelor. The fables were true enough to keep the whole town away from David.
The cool air brushed through his hair like a wildfire. The smell of lilies were in the mountain air, and tonight was unlike any other night before. David was strolling along the ridge as he always did. The cold night air grew into a swell of tempestous wind and at a glance, suddenly, the bachelor lost his footing and he quickly found himself dangling on the side of Schuyler's Ridge. He screamed for help, but all he got back was his own echo. In the nestled woods, there were two fisherman who heard the cries, but didn't make any effort to run to the call. For they knew who it was and they because of their pride and fear did not want to help their once brother-in-law. They blamed him for Margaret's death. "Only if Dave would have sent her to the hospital." They both mumbled in succession, maybe he wouldn't be where he is right now.
The screams were silenced by the loud 'thud' of a body hitting the ground. David died that night because of the pride of two men.
When we let pride rule our ego we 'kill' those that need the arm outstretched. We don't fix the relationships God calls us to fix... and in doing so we let pride win the day