I was orgazining spices and realized I had not labled one that looked like parsley, but could I be sure?
Instantly, I thought of the parable of the wheat and the tares and how at one point they were almost undescernable so they would be allowed to grow together until maturity. I thought of a brilliant realization regarding spouses that I had not had and it was no doubt lucky.
Speaking of luck, I decided to make lasagna which called for parsley, so I sprinkled the dried crumbs on it. Then it dawned on me that if the parable had been taught today it might likely be the parable of the parsley and thyme. Now, I mention that I was lucky, the unmarked herb was infact parsley, or things might have tasted a bit odd with too much thyme (at least it was not on my hands)... Hah hah. But, I thought of Elder Holand's story of taking the wrong path with his son. It was so that they could be SURE of the correct path. The herbs are nearly indistinguishable, to me before baking, but I would have known it was not correct after baking with it.
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