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Date: July 01, 2013 05:21PM
Hi Everyone, thanks again for all of your input! I loved all of it. Here is the talk that he ended up giving (I'll explain why, below)...
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(Begin Talk)
By royal proclamation, the Emperor of China announced a contest to decide the next heir to the throne. The Emperor was old and had no son, and because he had been a plant-lover for years, he declared that any boy who wanted to be king should come to the palace to receive one royal seed. Whichever boy could show the best results within six months would win the contest and become the next to wear the crown.
You can imagine the excitement! Every boy in China fancied himself likely to win. Parents of boys who were talented at growing plants imagined living in splendor at the palace. On the day the seeds were to be handed out, thick crowds of hopeful boys thronged the palace. Each boy returned home with one precious possibility in his palm.
And so it was with the boy Jun. He was already considered the best gardener in the village. His neighbors fought over the melons, bok choy, and snow peas that flourished from his garden. Anyone looking for Jun would probably find him bobbing between his rows, pulling out new weeds, moving one sapling over to catch more morning sun, transplanting another to the shade. Jun carefully carried the Emperor's seed home, sealing it securely in his hands so it wouldn't fall, but not so tightly that it might crush.
At home, he spread the bottom of a flowerpot with large stones, covered the stones with pebbles, then filled the pot with rich black moist soil. He pressed the seed about an inch below the surface and covered it with light soil. Over the next few days Jun, along with every boy he knew and hundreds he did not know, watered his pot every day and watched for the telltale unfurling of the first leaf as it burst through the surface.
Cheun was the first boy in Jun's village to announce that his seed was sprouting through the soil, and his announcement was met with whoops of excitement and congratulations. He bragged that he would surely be the next emperor and practiced his royal skills by bossing around the younger, adoring children. Manchu was the next boy whose tiny plant had emerged from his pot, then it was Wong. Jun was puzzled - none of these boys could grow plants as well as he! But Jun's seed did not grow.
Soon sprouts emerged from pots all over the village. Boys moved their plants outside so the baby leaves could bask in the warmth of the sun. They built stone fences around their pots and zealously guarded them from mischievous children who might accidentally - or not so accidentally - topple them over. Soon, dozens of sprouts in pots throughout Jun's village were stretching out their first leaves. But Jun's seed did not grow.
He was confused - what was wrong? Jun carefully repotted his seed into a new pot with the very best and richest black loam from his garden. He crumbled every ball of soil into tiny particles. He gently pressed in the seed, and kept the top moist and watched the pot every day. Still Jun's seed did not grow.
Strong, powerful stalks soon emerged from the pots cared for by other boys in Jun's village. Jun was thrown into despair. The other boys laughed at him and started to mockingly say "as empty as Jun's pot" if there were no treats in their pockets, or if they had just finished their bowls of rice. Jun repotted his plant yet again, this time sprinkling dried fish throughout the soil as fertilizer. Even so, his seed did not grow.
Six month's passed. The day approached when the boys were supposed to bring their plants to the palace for judging. Cheun, Manchu, Wong and hundreds of other boys cleaned their pots till they shone, gently wiped the great leaves till the green veins glistened, and prepared themselves by dressing in their finest clothes. Some mothers or fathers walked alongside their son to hold the plant upright as he carried the pot to the palace, to keep the plant from tipping over.
"What will I do?" wailed Jun to his parents as he gazed out the window at the other boys joyfully preparing their triumphant return to the palace. "My seed wouldn't grow! My pot is empty!"
"You did the best you could," said his father, shaking his head. Added his mother, "Jun, just bring the emperor your pot," said his mother, "it was the best you could do."
Shame-faced, Jun carried his empty pot on the road to the palace, while gleeful boys carrying pots tottering with huge plants strode to his right and left.
At the palace, all the boys lined up in rows with their blossoming plants and awaited judgment. The Emperor, wrapped in his richly embroidered silk robe, strode down the line of hopeful entrants, viewing each plant with a frown. When he came to Jun, he scowled even more and said, "What is this? You brought me an empty pot?"
It was all Jun could do to keep from crying. "If you please, Your Majesty," said Jun, "I tried my best. I planted your seed with the best soil I could find, I kept it moist and watched it every day. When the seed didn't grow I repotted it in new soil, and I even repotted it again. But it just didn't grow. I'm sorry." Jun hung his head.
"Hmm," said the Emperor. Turning so everyone could hear he thundered, "I don't know where all these other boys got their seeds. There is no way anything could grow from the seeds we passed out for the contest, because those seeds had all been cooked!"
And he smiled at Jun.
So, in this Chinese parable, life is not about self-preservation and to keep up appearances. It’s about being honest and living with integrity. It’s because the freedom of your own mind is all you really have. In a lot of ways, it allows you not to care what others think (and vice versa - not being paranoid about what others think empowers you to be honest).
When we enter the here-after with our empty pots, we can say we tried but this is the best we could do with the seed given to us. Hopefully, honesty counts for something.
Amen.
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(End Talk)
Reader's Digest Version...
He was caught off-guard with the assignment over the phone by the bishop a few days before. The topic was honesty & integrity and he was specifically instructed to "be sure and bear your testimony at the end of the talk." He's a closet non-believer and finds very little of that (honesty and integrity) being practiced by those around him from church as they interact with him. This is actually what contributed quite a bit towards his disaffection. Now that he's spending a bit more time with me, they keep trying to find ways to get in between us and obligate him in to attending each week instead.
We tried to keep the talk very neutral (my wife was fully expecting me to go negative, so I couldn't or I would lose any progress made with her so far) and let people get what they needed or wanted to get out of it. I actually came across the parable over on the board at postmormon.org. Someone had linked to it and I thought it was awesome. I toned down the comments at the end and made it very basic. He got up and read it but stuttered a bit through his delivery. His testimony at the end consisted only that honesty is a good thing when we practice it. He did receive a lot of positive feedback after.
I sent him the following text when he was done... "Don't sweat it. I'm sure you did awesome. That wasn't easy getting up there as a closet non-believer and giving a talk about honesty to a crowd of sheep who, some willfully, some not, just don't get it. You had the courage to bring your "empty pot." That wasn't easy. The system, by its very nature, fosters and rewards dishonesty. I'm sorry you're trapped in it for now. You are my hero, DS!"
For me, this talk was all about that--the courage to bring his empty pot.