The birds sang in the trees and children played sweetly; yet not everything was as it should
For there was a town, that of Whizwoz, that had a big problem, though no one would admit it.
Here was the hitch: that all claimed to have this stuff called ecnarelot that everyone kept in their closet
And would pull it out and use it to help people, birds of the gromoloos species, and society.
Yet for all the newspaper articles commending daring rescues of gromoloo chicks as quite a priority,
The people from Whizwoz had very little ecnarelot to go around.
Most didn’t care or thought all was dandy, but one brave soul knew something wasn’t quite right.
His name was Flex Haplex, a good thoughtful fellow, who played tight-end in the game of pigskinite.
Once a week, he would attend the Whizwoz First Church with many other people from the town
They would sing lovely songs and raise their hands high and listen to a sermon by Pastor Brown
Who often talked about how everyone should get more ecnarelot to use it for others.
The whole congregation would nod and host events in Whizwoz to use their ecnarelot as they druthers:
They would tutor the children at Whizwoz Elementary and host Christmas feasts for the less fortunate,
They would sponsor youth trips to the exotic Gulamore Islands, where the trees grow the fruit blipolat.
Flex Haplex didn’t not agree—he led a small group and chap’ed the trip to the island of Gulamore
And even brought his famous Quzermlew pudding to the Christmas feasts.
Yet there was something that bothered him, right down to his core, was that something was lacking
In the way the people of Whizwoz church treated others. Could it be that their ecnarelot was slacking?
Good Pastor Brown thought so, and went to conferences to get event ideas
And would come back with plans that had worked for Gnoid Fifth Church from 1995 to 2010.
Still, Flex Haplex wasn’t happy—he knew something was missing, but wasn’t sure what or since when
So he decided to go find answers from the great Know-It-All!
He packed up his bags and left with Brown’s blessing. He went to the station and left on the 5:42.
He flew and he flew over forest, prairie, lakes, and even a flock of purple and pink ewe
Until he landed in Halabaloo, where everyone talked about what they could do.
Flex Haplex asked where he could find the great Know-It-All. He asked everyone plus a goat named Stu!
Everyone told him to go to the Big, big church in the center of town, where the Big Guy could give him
a clue.
Flex Haplex walked to the church. He opened the door and was met by Mr. Know-It-All himself!
“So, my boy,” said the man, who was larger than life, “what do you need? I can help you, it’s true!”
“Oh, great Know-It-All,” Flex said with a bow, “my church is lacking in ecnarelot, and we don’t know
what to do!”
“Well, your church hosts and does and plans, correct? Well then, I think you’re all right.
But just in case, perhaps you can do more. Yes, maybe your events calendar is a bit light.
Add more activities and then add some more. But really, you’re on the right course, don’t get in a fright!
Go back to Whizwoz and tell Pastor Brown that you need to do more, and gone will be your plight.
Ecnarelot comes out of closets when you do more, so hop to it and then you’ll enjoy the sight.”
So Know-It-All patted Flex’s head and sent him away with a book to read about doing good deeds.
Flex meandered down the street, unsure what to think. “Just do more? Impossible! Unthinkable!
We do so much that our people are stretched thin. We can’t do more, just consult our stats table!”
He walked and he walked and then found a woman who told him to not pay attention to K.I.A.’s creeds.
“He does a lot simply because he has a hole inside that he thinks he can fill with doing, doing, doing.
But, there is someone who can help you, Noita Tidem by name. She’s rad and can help you connect with
the ecnarelot inside.”
“Wonderful!” Flex Haplex yelled and gave the woman a hug. “I really can’t thank you enough!” he cried.
The woman took him to the airport and sent him on the first flight to Feel-Goodville.
He felt his spirits rise as the airport flew, and knew that his answers would be answered soon.
The plane soon landed, and Flex Haplex jumped out of the aircraft and ran to Chapel Hill
Where a little church stood, so colorful and joyful, bright as could be that day in June.
He flung open the door and was met by a woman who meditated on the ceiling (which is no small skill!).
Flex couldn’t care less. He just wanted a resolution to his quandary before the full moon.
“Hello, ma’am,” Flex called out. “I have a question about a hole in my heart and reasoning to fill,
And I was told that you could help me, and that before noon!”
“That I can, just let me come down. It might take me a minute, as this gives me a thrill.
Now, how can I help you? Are you looking for peace or perhaps a filled gafoon?”
“Oh no, nothing like that. My church is having ecnarelot problems that need to be fixed!”
“That’s easy!” Noita declared. “You just need to feel it, and then it will be there.”
“How so?” Flex scratched his head. “I feel like my beliefs need to be purified and unmixed!”
“That they do, and I can help you. Here, drink this chai and I’ll tell you as you sit in this chair.”
So the rest of the afternoon, Noita talked about feeling good and the importance of inner connection.
“I can’t really agree.” Flex finally said with conviction, “I think that ecnarelot is more than affection!”
So Noita Tidem shrugged and sent him away with a magazine about yoga under one arm.
“Well this was silly,” Flex said to himself. “I’ve spent all this time and am no closer to an elucidation!”
“I have an idea,” said a smiling child five feet away, “and you don’t have to worry about long orations!
I’ve heard of your quest. I have a friend, Eurt D. Nalaer, who has the answer, by which you can only
gain!”
Flex put his hands in his pocket and drew a line in the dust with his toe. He didn’t want to fail again.
But, he had nothing to lose, and his return flight wasn’t schedule until 10:40 that night.
So he shrugged and followed her to a cottage at the edge of town that was painted white.
The child knocked on the door, and a man with a long shaggy beard answered her call.
“Why, little Kimmy Bloo, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?” he said with a drawl.
“Flex Haplex is trying to find why his church has an ecnarelot dilemma. Can you help him?”
“Why I can certainly try. Come in, Mr. Haplex, and while we talk, we can drink some hot tresimm.”
Flex Haplex went into the cottage and he and Mr. Nalaer talked for a while. Finally, Eurt said,
“You are right that ecnarelot can’t be found in doing or feeling or anything else
Unless you first are connected with the One who came here to save us, and for us bled.
His influence in your life is the only thing that can give you true ecnarelot for anyone else.”
“But that can’t be true! I have some at home that I can pull out at any time. Ecnarelot comes from me.”
“Well, why don’t you go and find yours before deciding. But Jesus has enough ecnarelot to fill a sea.
But take this Bible, it will show you the way. It holds the secret for giving our ecnarelot away!”
Flex shook the man’s hand and took the good book, then left for the airport, ‘cause it was 9:48.
He went back home and searched the ol’ closet and looked on every shelf, box, and crate.
He thought it was in here, his bottle of ecnarelot, but all he could find was a bag of Whizwhoz ulharate!
In desperation, he opened Eurt’s book, and began in the New Testament, the book of John.
He read of God’s love and the life Jesus led, and then read beyond ‘til dawn lightened his lawn.
He then closed the book, and looked at the clock. It was 8:45 Sunday morning.
Flex jumped in the shower, then brushed his hair, and ran to the church to tell the whole thing.
He found Pastor Brown drinking his coffee in an old Sunday School room, and started to tell him the tale
Of searching in Halabaloo and Feel-Goodville, and the Know-It-All, Noita Tidem, and Eurt D. Nalaer,
And about the Bible and not finding the ecnarelot he thought he had and everything else to occur.
“I know now, Pastor, that I ecnarelot comes not from me—for I have none-- but from Jesus
Who can give me His! If we can get ecnarelot from Him, I know it will last,
And we won’t have the problem of little ecnarelot in our events. So that is my consensus.”
Pastor Brown leaned against the wall, let out a deep breath, and then asked:
“So how do we do this thing you suggest? It cannot be that easy, I guess.”
Flex Haplex smiled and turned in the Bible to Matthew 7:7-8. “We need only pray for the blessing,
And God will teach us how we can get the whole thing.”
So that’s what they did, the Whizwoz First Church. They prayed and prayed and then prayed some more
And before long, God sent some opportunities to knock on their door.
At first, they were small, like a request from Old Widow Le Deen to paint her kitchen a deep green
Or young Miss Rhonda, an unmarried mom, who just needed someone who could babysit and clean
But then, the opportunities grew larger, ‘til soon other churches, including Gnoid Fifth Church,
Asked them what they were doing right. Flex Haplex even spoke at conferences about his God-search
And soon other churches were praying, too, keeping in mind that Jesus gives ecnarelot.
As time went on, their ministry grew and people poured their ecnarelot on others a lot
Knowing it came from an eternal source that would keep giving as long as the connection remained.
Flex Haplex grew happy, it’s true, and never forgot his search that ended by Eurt, and how he showed
Jesus to be the real and true source for ecnarelot for everyone.
