THE CIRCUS OR THE PARADE?
A little boy lived out in the country about the turn of the century. He had never seen a traveling circus, and one was coming to his town on Saturday; when he asked his father permission to go, his dad said he could go providing he got his chores done early.
Saturday morning came. Finishing his chores early, the little boy, all cleaned up and standing by the breakfast table, asked his father for the money. His dad reached in his overalls, and pulled out a dollar bill, the most money the boy had ever seen at one time.
Off the little wide-eyed fellow went. As he approaced the town, he saw people lining the streets. Peering through the line at one point, he got his first glimpse of the parade. There were animals in cages and marching bands. Finally, a clown was seen bringing up the rear of the parade. The little boy was so excited that when the clown passed, he reached in his pocket and handed him the precious dollar bill. Thinking he had seen the circus when he had only seen the parade, the little boy turned around and went home.
The tragedy of most of our lives isn't that we aspire too high and fail. It's rather that we settle for too little. We could have a greater influence; and yet, because of fear or ignorance; shame or inertia, we take the precious dollar of our lives and settle for the parade, instead of the real thing.
"But you are a chosen people, a royal preisthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light." (1 Peter 2:9)