Most of us have heard the story of the indian boy on his vision quest. It is a Mormon favorite, and it was during a stake conference that I heard it the first time, and the story sent chills down my spine.
An indian boy, to become a man in the eyes of his tribe, goes on a vision quest. He climbs a high mountain, and at the top he meets a rattlesnake. The snake speaks to him, "Bring me down from the mountain and I will be your friend for life!" The boy responds, "No! You are a snake, and once the sun warms your coils you will bite me and I will die." The snake, almost frozen, says, "Because of your kindness, I will love you, and you will be different." After some back and forth the boy decides to help the snake.
Once down from the mountain, the snake, nestled warm against the boys body, springs to life and immediately bites the boy.
"Why? Why did you bite me when you gave me your word that you wouldn't?"
"You knew what I was when you picked me up. Hisss!" And off he slithered, leaving the boy to die alone.
The story was chilling.
Over pot roast, later in the day, the family discussed it. My dad told me he thought the story was bunk, basically an excuse not forgive when people repent. He thought that it was essentially un-Christian.
So what say you?
An indian boy, to become a man in the eyes of his tribe, goes on a vision quest. He climbs a high mountain, and at the top he meets a rattlesnake. The snake speaks to him, "Bring me down from the mountain and I will be your friend for life!" The boy responds, "No! You are a snake, and once the sun warms your coils you will bite me and I will die." The snake, almost frozen, says, "Because of your kindness, I will love you, and you will be different." After some back and forth the boy decides to help the snake.
Once down from the mountain, the snake, nestled warm against the boys body, springs to life and immediately bites the boy.
"Why? Why did you bite me when you gave me your word that you wouldn't?"
"You knew what I was when you picked me up. Hisss!" And off he slithered, leaving the boy to die alone.
The story was chilling.
Over pot roast, later in the day, the family discussed it. My dad told me he thought the story was bunk, basically an excuse not forgive when people repent. He thought that it was essentially un-Christian.
So what say you?

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