Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 17 September 2016
There’s a French fable from the late 17th century by Jean de La Fontaine, The Oak and the Reed, Le chêne et le roseau. The oak stands tall and tells the thin reed, “You grow along the banks of the river, but you are weak and you need me to give you shelter.” “Oh,” says the reed, “you are too kind to care so much about me. But just wait. When the storm comes and the winds blow hard, I will still be here, but you will be gone.”
Les vents me sont moins qu’à vous redoutables.
Je plie, et ne romps pas.
Continue reading The Tree that Bends, the Tree that Breaks