Leaving our baggage at the bank...

A friend sent me this folk story and I had to share it...

Once upon a time two monks were traveling together. One was a rather large and imposing monk and the other was a much smaller monk.

They came to the bank of a river and found that the bridge was damaged and that it would not bear anyone’s weight. They had no choice but to wade through the water to get cross.

There at the bank of the river was a young maiden. She was clearly upset about the bridge and not being able to get across, because of her fear of drowning.

The larger monk hearing her plight offered to carry her across the stream on his shoulders. The young maiden was very appreciative of the offer and accepted.

The petite monk was shocked by larger monk's decision. He thought to himself, "How can my brother help the young maiden cross without touching her? He knows we are not supposed to have any intimate contact with females?"

Still he kept quiet... as he watched the big monk lift the young maiden to his shoulders. Then he watched as the large monk carried the young maiden across the river. He followed behind them, quite disappointed and unhappy about what he was seeing.

As soon as they had crossed the stream, the large monk gently set the young maiden off his shoulders.

She thanked him and they parted ways.

As they continued to walk and for several miles on end, the little monk was seething… he was very unhappy with the big monk’s indiscretion.

The more he thought about it the more agitated he got. He kept making up all kinds of accusations about big monk in his head.

His thoughts only served to make him angrier and angrier. But he kept quiet throughout the long walk. And the large monk felt no inclination to explain himself.

Finally, at a resting point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any longer. He burst out angrily at the big monk. “How can you claim to be a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female?”

Tell me how could you have done that? After everything you have taught me? With this one incident all of your teachings to me over the years, do nothing but make you a big hypocrite!

The large monk was surprised by the outburst. He quietly turned away and said, “My dear brother, I set the young maiden down at the river’s bank many hours ago, why is it that you are still carrying her?”

The moral reflects the thinking of many of us. We all encounter many unpleasant things in life, they irritate us and they might also cause us to get angry. Often they cause us a lot of hurt and sometimes cause us to be bitter.

But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go. We choose to carry around our baggage, much like the “young maiden” in this story. 

We allow the baggage to weigh us down.

We allow it to continue to cause us a lot of unnecessary pain. Why?

Simply because we are not willing to set our baggage down and let it go.

Much like the large monk, we too should set down down whatever weight it is we are carrying around.

By doing this we will immediately remove all of that discomfort and pain. There is no reason to be further hurt by any unpleasant event, after we have put it behind us.

Let Go and Let God.

Make it a great dia!

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