{"query": "A parable — Critical path", "count": 20, "results": [{"id": "card_n_7f99bc358c45", "title": "A parable — Critical path", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A builder was behind on his work. He hired more men, but the wall waited on the stone, and the stone waited on the kiln, and the kiln waited on the fire, and the fire could only burn at the speed of f"}, {"id": "card_n_ad1729369430", "title": "A parable — Returning to first", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man returned to the field of his youth. The well he had drunk from was still there but the path was overgrown. He cleared the path himself and drank. The water tasted the same. He had not lost the w"}, {"id": "card_n_f2c9365bdedf", "title": "A parable — Forking", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man entered a garden of many paths. He wandered until he found a flower, and said: 'This is the path I chose from the start.' But he had only chosen the path that ended in a flower. The other paths "}, {"id": "card_n_1140c9fe707a", "title": "A parable — Disability strength", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A potter set down two vessels: one whole, one cracked. The whole carried water without leaking; the cracked one watered the path it walked. By summer the path beside the cracked vessel was lined with "}, {"id": "card_n_915a4bb7dd8d", "title": "A parable — Neuroscience window", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man wanted to plant an orchard. Each spring he had reasons to wait, and each fall he agreed with himself it had been wise. By the time he planted, his hands could no longer dig deep, and the trees g"}, {"id": "card_n_47bb4f1e56b0", "title": "A parable — Fear future", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man walked toward a forest and saw, miles ahead, that the trees were dark. He carried for hours the weight of what he would find there — until the path turned, and the forest was not on his road at "}, {"id": "card_n_f1c2cf8a54d5", "title": "A parable — Worry what if", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A woman lay awake and ran every path her child might walk for a thousand miles. By morning she had aged a year, and the child had walked one mile, and the road had been gentle. She kissed him goodbye "}, {"id": "card_n_e9423db7082b", "title": "A parable — Competition brother", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "Two disciples ran toward the same tomb. One arrived first but waited; the other arrived later and went in. The first did not boast of the running; the second did not boast of the entering. Years later"}, {"id": "card_n_5335d3c35271", "title": "A parable — Worry children", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A mother watched her child run toward the road and called him back a thousand times. By the thousandth call her voice was tired and her child no longer turned. A wise woman sat beside her and said, 'Y"}, {"id": "card_n_84a2b7853573", "title": "A parable — Grief companion", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A shepherd walked his sheep through a narrow valley. The sheep saw only shadows and were afraid. They did not see the rod and staff in the shepherd's hand, nor hear his quiet word among the rocks. He "}, {"id": "card_n_90ab16a347bd", "title": "A parable — Suffering grief", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "When his friend died, the Lord did not say, 'do not mourn, for I will raise him.' He wept first. He raised him afterward. The tears were not a failure of faith — they were faith making room for love.\n"}, {"id": "card_n_effe4bf87816", "title": "A parable — Envy", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man kept a ledger of his neighbor's blessings. The ledger grew thick. His neighbor's house, his neighbor's wife, his neighbor's ox, his neighbor's days. He carried the ledger everywhere. He could no"}, {"id": "card_n_7fc1166cbd90", "title": "A parable — Suffering betrayal", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "The psalmist wrote: it was not an enemy who reproached me — I could have borne that. It was you, my equal, my companion. The wound from a friend's hand goes deeper than the sword's, because the friend"}, {"id": "card_n_c98e4733373b", "title": "A parable — Tongue", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth. The tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity, set on fire of hell. One small spark in a dry forest in summer. The forest was a hundred years growing. Th"}, {"id": "card_n_e586205d665c", "title": "A parable — Least privilege", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A steward of a great house carried every key on his belt. A guest borrowed one key for one room, and when he was found in another room, the steward had no defense, for every door had been open. A wise"}, {"id": "card_n_4543b0454ea6", "title": "A parable — Envy neighbor", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A woman counted her neighbor's blessings each morning and her own each evening. By month's end she could recite her neighbor's list and had forgotten her own. The garden she walked through every day h"}, {"id": "card_n_df07989eae54", "title": "A parable — Phishing", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A sheep heard the shepherd's voice calling at the gate, and ran to open it. But the voice was a wolf in the shepherd's coat. None of the other sheep had seen the shepherd come; none had been asked. Th"}, {"id": "card_n_ebd9f46f16cd", "title": "A parable — Addiction scroll", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man drew water from a well that had no bottom. The bucket was light, and came up empty every time. He kept drawing because the bucket was light. Years passed. He had moved his arm a hundred thousand"}, {"id": "card_n_17ba1fbceeda", "title": "A parable — Unconformity", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A scribe wrote the history of a kingdom from the stones in its walls. He thought he had written all of it. But beneath the wall, between two layers of stone, was a missing age — a famine, a fault, a s"}, {"id": "card_n_de582c7ac9a4", "title": "A parable — Pride praise b", "shelf": "codex", "surface": "witness", "snippet": "A man was praised for his work, and walked taller because of it. By evening he had grown to fit the praise. By morning the praise had moved to another, and he was small again. The praise had not added"}]}