A pastor of a small community Church decided to take a long-anticipated duck hunting trip with his new dog. He was frustrated with what seemed to be a lack of vision and an endless list of expectations by the Church of its pastor.
After a while sitting in his boat, a duck flew overhead. He shot and it fell. His dog immediately jumped out of the boat and ran across the surface of the water, retrieved the duck, and ran back to the boat. The pastor was stunned. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Soon after, another duck flew overhead and “blam!” it dropped into the water. His dog again jumped out of the boat, ran across the top of the water, and retrieved the duck.
He hurried home and fretted for days over this miracle. “How could I tell the people of my Church without sounding like I was boasting?” “Will they be intimidated if they know that my dog can walk on water?”
Finally he settled on a plan. The next week, he invited three of the elders of the Church to accompany him on a hunting trip. Soon, a duck rose, and he shot it. Without a pause, his dog jumped out of the boat, ran across the water, retrieved the bird, and returned to the boat. He eagerly looked at the elders, but they didn’t show that anything unusual had happened. During the day, they shot several more ducks, and each time, his dog ran across the water to retrieve the bird.
He couldn’t wait any longer. “Do you notice anything unusual about my dog?” he asked. The three looked at one another, and whispered a quick consultation. The eldest then cleared his throat. “We don’t mean to be critical, but the other pastors have taught their dogs to swim…”
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