Your Useless Wooden Apples..!

We all carry wooden apples, and I wonder what your wooden apples are?

Before you begin to wonder what I’m talking about, read this lovely story.

There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest.

He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. He then realised they were made of wood, but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter.

He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached to them, that he didn’t even notice his hunger at first.

A fruit tree reminded him of his hunger, but he felt the apples in his hands and couldn’t bear to set them down to reach for the real fruit. In fact, he couldn’t relax, either, if he was to hold on to his apples.

A proud, but less happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails.

The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn’t climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go?

Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it’s fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again.

Are we letting go of our wooden apples?

Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. A man carries an image of himself as “productive” – carries it like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples – they prove he’s “doing everything he can.” He holds onto them compulsively.

This is a hard thing to see. We identify so strongly with our things, even feeling pain when our cars are dented. How much more powerfully do we identify with our beliefs and self-ideas? Yet they don’t always feed our souls, do they? And we become tired of defending them.

How else could the story end?

The monkey might be found dead of hunger, under a beautiful tree, with fruit within reach, but still grasping his wooden apples.

I chose to end it with him letting go, because only with open hands can we receive.

I wonder what wooden apples you are holding onto?


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4 thoughts on “Your Useless Wooden Apples..!”

  1. So true.

    Forget dented cars and possessions, some of us refuse to let go of our “wooden egos” and continue to adopt illegal criminal methods to prove their point and refuse to accept the truth!

    These “wooden apples” defy even gravity and refuse to fall and hence never RISE! How sad!

  2. Extra possession of every thing is wooden if not used properly. We must practice nice habits other wise our knowledge is like wasted wooden apple which can not be eaten.

  3. I love the way you ended it Bobby.The interesting story was didactic with hope in right action that was based on knowledge. That’s wise. Greed, stubbornness and dissatisfaction go together. So contentment, trust and thankfulness in provision by our Father go together.

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