You probably know by now that I love stories. I love to tell stories; I love to listen to stories. In a sense, I think most of what I have learnt in life has come to me in story form.
I am currently involved in a project for the United Reformed Church Peace Fellowship, and as part of that work, I found the following story by Kurt Kauter. It is called:
“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a mouse asked a wild dove.
“Nothing more than nothing,” was the answer.
“In that case, I must tell you a marvellous story,” the mouse said.
“I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow-not heavily, not in a raging blizzard-no, just like a dream, without a sound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch, nothing more than nothing, as you say-the branch broke off.”
Having said that, the mouse scurried away.
The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for awhile, and finally said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come to the world.”
I wonder where you are in this story, or which part of this story is about you?