Easter Workshops 1980 A-Parable-of-Creativity

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The little boy went first day at school; he got crayons, and started to draw. He put colors all over the paper, for colors was what he saw. And the teacher said, “What are you doing young man?” “I’m painting flowers” he said. She said “It’s not the time for art young man, and anyway flowers are green and red. There’s a time for everything young man, and a way it should be done. You’ve got to show concern for every one else, for you’re not the only one.” And she said, “Flowers are red young man, and green leaves are green. There’s no need to see flowers in any other way, than the way they have always been seen.”

But the little boy said, “There are so many colors in the rainbow, so many colors in the morning sun, there are so many colors in a flower and I see every one.”

The teacher said, “You’re wrong. There’s ways that things should be, and you’ll paint flowers the way they are, so repeat after me.” And she said, “Flowers are red young man, and green leaves are green. There’s no need to see flowers any other way, than the way they have always been seen.” But the little boy said, “There are so many colors in the rainbow, so many colors in the morning sun, there are so many colors in a flower and I see every one.”

The teacher put him in a corner. She said, “It’s for your own good, and you won’t come out until you get it right, and are responding like you should.” Well, finally he got lonely, and thoughts filled his head, and he went up to the teacher, and this is what he said. “Flowers are red, and green leaves are green. There’s no way to see flowers, any other way, than the way they’ve always been seen.”

Time went by, like it always does and they moved to another town, and the little boy moved to another school, and this is what he found. The teacher there was smiling – she said, “Painting should be fun, and there are so many colors in a flower, so let’s use every one.”

But that little boy painted flowers in neat rows of green and red, and when his teacher asked him why, this is what he said, “Flowers are red, and green leaves are green. There’s no way to see flowers, any other way, than the way they’ve always been seen.”

A PRAYER

Set my spirit free, that I might worship Thee
Set my spirit free, that I might praise Thy Name
Let all bondage go, and let deliverance flow,
Set my spirit free to worship Thee

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