No, I did not want to write on the parable of the talents Mt 25:14-30. It is cold, and dark, and will be for a long time. It is after All-Saints and All-Souls day. It’s after Halloween. It is the near end of the year, all are the stuff of November. The end is near.
In reading that parable my mind went to that last person who was given the least. He was the one that buried his talent, the money that was entrusted to him. In a November mindset, he buried it as if he placed it in a grave. He buried it as if it were dead and he was scolded.
The others , they took their money (their talents) and put it to use. Their money was lively, it was fruitful, and it multiplied. It was animated, it was alive.
In a November mindset, the coins become life and death: Jesus proclaims to be the God of the living. He seeks good-fruit. No, the talent buried did not sprout life. It remained unchanged. It did nothing. dead.
The lively money, and it owners that were rewarded, were praised because their riches increased. But what if those stewards took that talent, invested it and then lost. What would the master say then, what would he say to the investment that didn’t pan out? Would those with good intentions who stumbled face the same fate as that deadpan? For that I think there must be a parable of forgiveness.