G O L D E N E G G S By Wade B. Cook
A short time ago, in a land not very far away, some very unusual things were happening. This was a land of fortune. Near the middle of the land was a lake with magical things all about. There were plants and animals and wondrous occurrences every day. There was a village close by and the villagers knew they lived in a very special place.
They lived peacefully and happily. They worked and played and loved life. One reason for this was Gaffy, the goose. She laid golden eggs and the villagers were able to use this gold to sell and trade and enjoy life with all the wealth which Gaffy produced. It was a blessed time and everyone was content.
One day, a small group of people spoke up. They joined with others who had newly moved into town, and after a while they wanted to control the prosperity all around them. This new group had never seen such prosperity. It made them wonder and they began to search out the source of this wealth. The villagers were worried because they knew the secret and they had worked for years to protect Gaffy. A Goose that lays golden eggs is a rare thing indeed. They knew this goose was special.
"But if we can get her to lay more eggs we can do more," they said. "We can take the eggs and sell more and we'll all benefit." "Oh, but were quite happy. Gaffy is happy and we take what she gives us," they responded. We like our way of life. But they didn't see the balance of nature and they wanted to speed up the process. These new people put in place a new diet for Gaffy. They made her do weird things, things that geese do not like to do. They wanted her to give more than she was able to give. So, they punished her and then started to take control of the wealth of the town people. It caused a great stirring.
Happiness seemed to disappear. Daphne had been as happy as a warm summer's day, but now her happiness faded. There were never enough eggs for these people. They wanted to counter the laws of nature. They wanted to control Gaffy and everyone else. The villagers cared about Gaffy, the eggs were a bonus. They appreciated their blessings and were grateful every day. But these new intruders only cared about the eggs. Who would get what? How would they divide the eggs and the money to reward their friends? There was a major difference in the way they thought and acted.
The villagers wanted to protect the source of their wealth and the other group wanting to spend the wealth---to spread it around. And Gaffy's life hung in the balance.
These we dark times. Fell winds blew. Gaffy was worried, not just for herself but for the villagers. Conflict was not new to Gaffy. She came from a noble line of geese. One day while walking along a mossy path by the way of a stone hedge, her eyes fell on an expansive garden.
The people had irrigation and plumbing, and plants and tools, and had created a place of almost surreal beauty. It was always so peaceful here. She went for a short trip on the lake. Gaffy loved to paddle and glide on the smooth water, especially when the sun gave off its warm rays.
She remembered the words written in a diary of her great, great aunt, Aunt Ruth. Aunt Ruth had never really had a chance to show all that her golden eggs could do until she got to this country. Her land in the old country was controlled by . . . well . . . controlling people. She was carried across a great water and made her home at a place called Plymouth Rock. She went everywhere, that goose did, saying, "I'm Aunt Ruth and I bring the truth." And bring it she did. The people dug in and in spite of great conflicts and difficulties, they planted the seeds of freedom, and freedom is the greatest golden egg of all.
And flourish? The world has never seen anything like it. In fact, even some of Gaffy's nieces where able to live and grow in foreign lands. Some lands were like prisons but the goslings were allowed to find a home. It is wonderful when this happened. It is even more wonderful when people knew they had something special and guarded and protected it.
A group of villagers went out to meet these newcomers and selfish town-dwellers, those who wanted to help others, or so they said, by destroying the goose that laid these wondrous eggs. The villagers were sad, but they knew that their way of life was threatened. They knew the golden eggs were a metaphor for freedom, but they also knew in their hearts that this freedom was precious and they loved it. They loved what they could accomplish. Life to them was a miracle and should be cherished.
Now, with these new people life was different and not quite so good. All around them they saw people and animals not working, not participating, and not building good things. Henrietta, Gaffy’s best friend, was a hen, and she had spent years teaching anyone and everyone that they could plant crops, weed and then harvest an mill and bake wonderful bread. Many ignored her, but a few now owned bakeries and bread factories. Henrietta knew the value of work, and she knew of Gaffy's great value.
It is why so many people tried to get to this land of plenty. It's why many others hated Gaffy and all the good she helped produce. Were they jealous or did they really think they had a better way? These were hard questions and the people had some decisions to make. The new group cared only for themselves. They didn't want to work, but to live off the efforts of others. This was the saddest thing of all. They would lie and promise the animals and the people all kinds of things, but they could only deliver if they kept taking Gaffy's offspring.
And when the eggs ran out or they were short, they would come after the wealth of the others. All the villagers knew the power of this group. History was full of such tragedies. It seemed like they just wanted power. This was most confusing to Uncle Ted and Cousin Fred. They argued and argued that this land was a special place. They pointed to Hal's farm and Betty's stores and Irma's clothing company. "Have you ever built such a thing?" They challenged the new group. And Henrietta chimed in, "Or have you ever even baked a cake? We want to know. We want to protect our way of life. We want to conserve all that is good." The battle lines were drawn. Who would win this struggle?
Gaffy spoke up. "I lay golden eggs. I'm glad I am not golden or I'm sure these people would have already destroyed me." "But you are golden, and you give so much," replied Betty. "No, my eggs are good and they bring people to good ways to live and work. There is no free lunch, except what God has given. If these people control our land, then my goose is cooked, and I'll be on the Sunday table. Please guard me and my eggs. You see I lay an egg of freedom, another of opportunity. One day an egg produces excellence, another day kindness. We live this way, a way of caring and sharing.
Gaffy asked passionately, “I am happy to be a part of your lives. I love this land. Now, who will stand for the good?"
OUR WAY OF LIFE
A short time ago Brit Hume said that liberals want to spend the golden eggs and their only worry is to figure out how to divide up the spoils and spread it around. Conservatives want to protect the Goose that lays the golden eggs---our freedoms and our economy. The host of the program cited examples of the destruction of this statist way of thinking. He said our great economy was under attack. We add that our freedoms and our economy are tied together in synergistic ways.
We are the villagers on the side of the lake. We have been blessed beyond measure, and we cannot forget the source of our blessings. We cannot destroy all that is good and decent---all that makes us uniquely American. We acknowledge God's providence in all things. He it is from whom all blessings flow.
We live in a great country, a country of promise, but a country nevertheless subject to the bad designs of people who do not understand the exceptional nature of our place in the earth or in history. It is from this country that all nations of the world will be blessed. Blessed that is, if we do not kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.
And today more than ever, Gaffy is in danger.
Read these wise words for James Allen, author of the classic book, "As a Man thinketh." "Whatever your present environment may be, you will fail, remain, or rise with your thoughts, your vision, your ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration. The thoughtless, the ignorant, and the indolent, seeing only the apparent effects of the things themselves, talk of luck, of fortune, and chance. Seeing a man grow rich, they say, 'How lucky he is!' Observing another become intellectual, they exclaim, 'How highly favored he is!' And noting the saintly character and wide influence of another, they remark, 'How chance aids him at every turn!'
"They do not see the trials and failures and struggles which these men have voluntarily encountered in order to gain their experience; have no knowledge of the sacrifices they have made, of the undaunted efforts they have put forth, of the faith they have exercised, that they might overcome the apparently insurmountable, and realize the vision of their heart. They do not know the darkness and the heart aches; they only see the light and joy, and call it "luck'; do not see the long and arduous journey; but only behold the pleasant goal, and call it 'good fortune,' do not understand the process, but only perceive the result, and call it 'chance.'
"In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results, and the strength of the effort is the measure of the result. Chance is not. 'Gifts,' powers, material, intellectual, and spiritual possessions are the fruits of effort; they are thoughts completed, objects accomplished, visions realized. The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart---this you will build your life by, this you will become."
Uncle Fred and Cousin Ted said, "Freedom calls out for life, and life calls out for freedom." Then Gaffy, speaking to Henrietta softly mused, "What would Aunt Ruth do?" "She is not here, you are," said the bold Henrietta. "She would fight back. She would not be afraid of the truth. In fact, she would tell the truth and spread it far and wide. But Gaffy, it is your time. Freedom is too precious to fail. We cannot give in. We cannot fail. We will fight together."
"I S L I F E S O D E A R, O R P E A C E S O S W E E T
A S T O B E P U R C H A S E D A T T H E P R I C E O F C H A I N S
A N D S L A V E R Y—F O R B I D I T. A L M I G H T Y G O D !—
I K N O W N O T W H A T C O U R S E O T H E R S
M A Y T A K E, B U T, A S F O R M E,
G I V E M E L I B E R T Y O R G I V E M E D E A T H"
Note: Henrietta was named after Patrick Henry. This story has played out countless times in countless places, and sadly, freedom has lost too many battles. May God Bless You and Yours as You Fight the Good Battle.
Copyright 2015 Wade B. Cook. Wade has written and edited 17.76 great essays on America, our free enterprise system and the battle for the heart and soul of our country we are now engaged in. This collection is called PATRIOT ESSAYS. Write Wade at email@example.com for more information.