Cheap wine among the best

 

An old wine maker was walking around town with his cart of okay selections he was fairly proud of. He got frequent clients the whole day, and people who had not tried his brand gave their honest opinions about it that allowed him to become a better maker of drinks. After a while he said to himself “I will go to a place where they make fine wines, so I can learn better how to craft my own”. He went cheerily with his cart all the way past the mountains until he reached the fields of those who knew more than he. It was fantastic he learned so much from all the greatest teachers, and friends who enjoyed life’s most precious elixir. The old man improved greatly over time, but he noticed something was wrong… nobody enjoyed his drink because they were so far ahead of him, when back in town people admired his humble red joy. This greatly depressed the man, he all but gave up his efforts, because among everyone else they were useless even though they would never say an unkind word of him, nor even think one. Soon he longed for that little town where people did not know the names of the great wines, or the importance of their location, but he couldn’t leave. He had to master his craft, even if it no longer inspired him, because he had turned away from the reality of it. That it was a good thing that brought joy. So he withered and died inside, his body soon to follow.

 

I don’t think Christians were meant to live like this, huddled together not seeing the evil in the world. I learn more and more about so many things, even God, but know him less and less each day I am here. My wine is sweet and young, it has not acquired that strong wonderful taste that I see people my own age have, but especially older have. I am no chateauneuf de pap, I am a cheap bottle in the back of a gas station, but at least there I can be of use to some, poor needy soul.

Does anyone else feel this way?

I come from an Italian home, could you tell?