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China. The New Emperor. A long time ago an Emperor decided to select who would be emperor after him from all the children in his kingdom. The children all went to the palace to see if the Emperor would pick them. The Emperor gave all the children a seed.
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The New Emperor A long time ago an Emperor decided to select who would be emperor after him from all the children in his kingdom.
The children all went to the palace to see if the Emperor would pick them.
The Emperor gave all the children a seed. “Take this seed,” he told them. “Plant it and look after it carefully.” He told them to come back after one year and show him what had grown from each seed.
A boy called Ling carefully planted the seed the Emperor had given him. He watered it, keep it in the sunlight, but made sure it was not too hot. He checked it every day.
Nothing happened! Every day he checked it. Still nothing happened. After a year nothing had grown. He went back to the palace feeling stupid. He felt worse when he say what the other children had grown from their seeds.
Ling was amazed at all the wonderful things that had grown for others. Some people looked at his pot of earth and laughed at him. The Emperor looked at all the plants. He stopped when he got to Ling.
“This boy will be the new Emperor. He is the only one who has followed my instructions. Before I gave you the seeds I had boiled them. They were dead seeds from which nothing would grow. Ling is the only one amongst you who is honest. He is also brave. He came here and stayed, even when he saw all the plants the others pretended had grown. He alone has the qualities of an emperor.”
Reflection Am I honest?
Reflection Am I brave?
Reflection Have I ever tried to cover something up with a lie?
Prayer Dear God, Help us to be honest and brave in our own lives. Amen
When a Knight Won his Spurs. When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold;With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,For God and for valour he rode through the land
No charger have I, and no sword by my side,Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,Though back into story-land giants have fled,And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.
Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed'Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;And let me set free with the sword of my youth,From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth