Parable of the Princess and the Toad

There was once a lonely princess. She knew she was a princess because – well, she just knew she was. She was lonely, sooo lonely. There was a time when she was certain a brave knight would come in shining armour on a white steed, to whisk her away to his kingdom. Over the years, she had seen quite a few knights, but they never seemed to quite fit in with that picture she had in her mind of how it ought to be. Soon, the shining armour was dropped as requirement, armour would do. After some more time passed, the steed was sacrificed for just a horse, any horse. Well, who needs a horse anyway if someone would just save her from her lonely existence.

Then one day, she heard of this princess who had found her prince who was in the guise of a frog – just needed a kiss to unmask the prince in the frog! Made perfect sense, so she started hanging out down by the pond and riverbanks, trying to unmask her prince when she was sure no-one was looking. First time was really hard as the hapless frog gazed back at her quizzically. Still, she was not to be put off, and frogs weren’t too warty at all, if you closed your eyes when you puckered your lips you could almost picture the prince. Well, after some time the frogs all knew to hop into the water when she came unless you wanted to be planted one on the face.

Eventually a toad happened along as the marsh he lived in had been laid dry by a drainage scheme for property development. The princesses’ matted hair nearly kept her from seeing him, but he was given away by the slurp of his tongue fetching in a large bluebottle fly. Her posture nearly matched his as she had learned to stoop low to find that elusive prince and her eyes had a permanent bulge from peering over the grass and reeds to see if anyone was coming. She had developed a few warts too from the close contact with amphibians, but she figured the prince wouldn’t mind, given his personal acquaintance with wartiness. She pounced on the Toad and before he knew what was happening, he was tall and handsome and kissing a toady looking girl that might have had a chance, had he still been one.

After they got over their initial shock, he went on to marry a princess he met at a charity dinner for a species of endangered frogs that the erstwhile frog princess had established after becoming an respected authority on frogs. They all lived happily ever after in the marshiest part of the kingdom.

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One Response to “Parable of the Princess and the Toad”

  1. 1) It is vital to be yourself!
    But… that self can be changed, if you will permit this change; the really best changes can only be done by that man Jesus!
    Only He can be trusted with the task, as only He has the ability to see the end result, and ensure that this is the very best outcome for you!

    2) There is NO way for you to be a true Christian, except you repent, and are born again.
    You can do what Christians do, and not do what they do not do: no, this will not work!
    You can go where Christians go, and avoid the places where they do not go. then one day you find yourself visiting a prison… You will be out of there a quick as you can. (If you can?)
    You will not be able to fully understand the sermons that are preached, and might not like the music that the band plays… how long will you stick to this way of doing things? Until you find you are missing out on the beach party that your outer friends give?
    Then, there are tithes.. and offerings…
    And you thought the church was poor. You are in the deepest poverty of spirit.
    Soon, I pray, you will be born again.
    After that; it will be a different story.

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