What would it have been like to be a child in the above story? Imagine the emotional roller-coaster you would have ridden. When you woke up that morning, Mum tells you, "We're going to see Jesus today!" imagine your excitement! You get dressed in you best clothes. Mum brushes your hair. And finally, after a long morning Mum says, "OK, let's go!" She tries to carry you but you're too wriggly with expectation. She lets you walk, even though it's a long ways. You're so excited and can't stop talking about seeing Jesus. Then, when you finally get there, some men say Jesus is too busy to see you. Imagine the crushing feeling. Can you feel the tears welling up in your eyes? As your mother leads you back out of the crowd, you hear another man's voice. He says, "Let them come. Do not stop the children! I want to see them!" What a feeling! He wants to see me! Mum let's go of your hand and you weave through the legs and hands and robes until you break through the crowd and - there HE is!
Truth, naked and cold, had been turned away from every door in the village. Her nakedness frightened the people. When Parable found her she was huddled in a corner, shivering and hungry. Taking pity on her, Parable gathered her up and took her home. There, she dressed Truth in story, warmed her and sent her out again. Clothed in story, Truth knocked again at the doors and was readily welcomed into the villagers' houses. They invited her to eat at their tables and warm herself by their fires.