Do you ever feel like a frog?

Sitting in class today, my professor introduced an old fable. Who knows where it originated. Apparently (you can see the reference below) it has been published by both Bruce Larson and Charles Swindoll. I found it online...these are not my words. They are, however, significant.

I ask you to consider...have you ever felt like a frog?

Frogs feel slow, low, ugly, puffy, drooped, pooped. I know. One told me.

The frog feeling comes when you want to be bright but feel dumb, when you want to share but are selfish, when you want to be thankful but feel resentment, when you want to be great but are small, when you want to care but are indifferent. Yes, at one time or another each of us has found himself on a lily pad, floating down the great river of life. Frightened and disgusted, we're too froggish to budge.

Once upon a time there was a frog, only he wasn't really a frog, he was a prince who looked and felt like a frog. The wicked witch had cast a spell on him and only the kiss of a beautiful maiden could save him. But since when do cute chicks kiss frogs? So there he sat, an unkissed prince in frog form. One day a beautiful maiden gathered him up and gave him a big smack! Zap!! There he was, a frog turned handsome prince and they lived happily after.

So what's the task of the Christian? Kissing frogs, of course!

--Bruce Larson, Ask Me to Dance (The Tale of the Tardy Oxcart, Charles R. Swindoll).