This is the story of four Christians whose names were everybody, somebody, anybody, and nobody.
The house was in ruins and in need of renovation and repair. Everybody was asked to count the cost, deny themselves, put their hands to the plow and rebuild.
Everybody was asked to participate and do their part.
Everybody was sure that somebody would do it. Now anybody could have done it . . . but the person that ended up doing it was nobody.
Everybody then blamed somebody when nobody did what anybody could have done.
Then there was the need for someone to check on the progress of the rebuilding project. And somebody was asked.
But somebody was angry because anybody could have done it just as well. After all, it was really everybody’s job. In the end, the work was given to nobody and nobody did a fine job.
On and on this went. Whenever something was to be done, nobody could always be counted on.
Nobody engineered the renovation. Nobody handled the repairs. Nobody inspected the progress.
Nobody was a very faithful member.
At the same time, somebody was quick to criticize everybody, pointing out their shortcomings. But nobody said anything in response even though somebody was just as guilty.
Finally the day came when somebody abandoned the project altogether and took anybody and everybody with him.
And the only person that was left was nobody.
(This post was inspired by somebody that everybody knows.)