One day, a man built a green house. In it he placed a light, to help the plants grow. He put a filter to bring fresh clean air. In his garden he placed water and soil to grow. He also brought the perfect levels of Co2, temperature, humidity, and heat. Warm by day, and cool by night. The man, he set all the timers to regulate the water, food, temperate, pesticide, sunlight, wind and even the time of day. Each delivering it's purpose on it's appointed time. When the man had sealed his ecosystem, he placed in there, the prize of his garden. His trees, that grew his most favorite fruit. In his garden, now hundreds of fruit trees, all well cared. This brought happiness to the man. After all, his duty is to toil in the soil Season after season. His trees yielded fruit, the best kind of all, that is most delicious. However, one day, his plants began talking among themselves and asks things like, how it is that they receive water everyday, and sunlight to grow. Who makes the air so perfect, and gives us this awesome food? Who is it that tends to us, removing our bad leaves and trimming us to perfection? Who is he? We cannot see. We cannot hear, anyone there. For we can only hear each other. Are we our own gods? It is us that own this space, and it is us that are born here year after year, by chance we have evolved. We have been created by chance, and there be no tender that tend us. We are because of chance, and evolution. We evolved. But, everyday, the plants received the water and the food, the air and the sun. And everyday, they fell further away from believing in their "Creator", who grew them to receive their harvest. Their fruit, season after season, generation after generation. One day, the plants stopped producing their fruit altogether. They said one to another, "We are gods, why should we work"? and they began doing every manor of socializing, and pampering themselves, with the abundance of the food and water saying, "there is no one but us, our forefathers were wrong about a host, a tender, who they called their Creator". The plants developed their own way of life after that, contrary to will of the man. They began hoarding the food and the water, saying "Capitalism is the way you want to live. Some plants got fat, and the rest really skinny. All day and night, the plants partied. They ate, drank, and were merry. The man, he came to his garden day by day, to find fruit to eat, but he found none. His trees had stop giving him their fruit, and also now teach their young to do the same. So, In the mans garden, no fruit could be found. What of such trees, when the master returns at the end of the harvest. Shall a tree that bares no fruit, be saved in the day of the mans harvest? Or is it good for nothing more than to be cut down, and cast to the flame. To be put to an end, never being remembered again. The man, will have no stories to tell his friends about how good his yields were, or how good his fruit was, or how good it tasted. Because his trees never gave him any, the man cannot boast of a crop, he does not have.
The man- Yahweh the Holy Spirit (With the greatest respect)
Tree - human
Fruit - worship
Garden - Earth