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Alarm the Town! The Farmer is Around!


There once was a farmer with a brown door. One day he smashed the brown door upon the brown floor. "Why must you break the door down on the floor?" "I am making a home for all of the poor." When I heard this, I laughed with a roar. "How can you build a huge house with one little door?" I could tell by his face, my question made his mind soar. "with this door I will stop the war." A door to build a house for the poor and stop an entire war? "How can a simple door shelter the poor and end a war?" "My house will shelter the poor and provide protection from the war, but don't you know It can do so much more!" "What more can you do with this little brown door?" "Why I can put together the pieces of this broken brown door to build a house for the poor and provide defense against the war. Not only this, but I will build a store." "What purpose do you have for a store?" The farmer replied, "I will provide food for the children with my grand store." "But, sir you can't do all this with a little brown door!" "One door will make a roof, a roof to shelter the poor. One little door will make a sword to protect you from the war. And one little door will always be open so hungry children will be welcomed into my store. Don't you see this pile on the floor, it isn't just a brown door anymore. It's a start to something more. A start to a movement and a start to an uproar." By this I was blown away right down to the core. "Sir," I said, "After you do all this with a little brown door, what's left for you? Won't you be left hungry, frightened and poor?" Now it was him who laughed with a roar. "I will always give to others, every day I will give more and more. I will never go hungry, scared, or poor." "Do you plan on staying satisfied with another brown door?" "No," he said, "I will always be given these things because I have faith in the Lord. He blessed me with a door, so that I could bless the poor."
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