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Once he came from the desert to the great city of Sharia
a man who was a dreamer, and had nothing more than their clothes and personal effects.
While walking through the streets watched with amazement the temples, towers and palaces
as the city of Sharia was of great beauty.
talked a lot with the passersby, asking them about their city, but they
not understand their language, nor he them.
At noon he stopped before a large inn. It was built of yellow marble
and people coming and going constantly. "It should be a sacred place
" he said to himself and entered. But what was his surprise
to find a room of great splendor and
a great company of men and women seated at several tables.
were eating and drinking while listening to music. "No" said the dreamer, this
is not a place of worship. Must be a party given by Prince
the people in celebration of some great event.
At that time, a man who she assumed was the slave of the prince,
approached him and told him to sit down. It was served with meat and wine
and the best candy. When he was satisfied, the dreamer
rose to depart.
A large man stood in the doorway, was magnificently dressed
"Surely there must be the same prince," said
dreamer in his heart and bowed and thanked him. When the great man spoke in the language of the city
: "Lord you paid for your food," the dreamer
not understood and again thank you from the heart. When the big man looked more closely
the dreamer. And he saw that he was a stranger, dressed himself in poor
that clothes and therefore had no where to pay your
food. The man clapped his hands and his call came four
guards of the city. When caught the dreamer standing
including two on each side, the dreamer watched them with pleasure. "These"
said, "are distinguished men."
walked together to the House of Justice and entered. The dreamer saw
front of him, sitting on a throne, a venerable man with big beard and dressed
majestically. And he thought he was king. And glad
far from being brought before him.
The guard tells the judge, who was the venerable man, the charge
against the dreamer and the judge assigned two lawyers, one requiring
office and the other to defend overseas. And lawyers are
stood up, one after the other and each submitted
one of their arguments. But the dreamer thought he was hearing
your welcome and your heart filled with gratitude to the king and the prince
what they were doing for him.
Thus the sentence was given to the dreamer, who is in his
neck hung a tablet with his crime writing and
him through the city on a horse without a saddle with a trumpeter and a drummer
preceding it. The locals rushed to
this delegation at the noise and when they saw the dreamer
laughed at him. And the children ran behind him in groups from street to street. And
the heart of the dreamer was ecstatic and his eyes gleamed in the
watch, because for him, the tablet was a sign of blessing and procession
king was in his honor.
During this tour, the crowd saw a man who was
desert as he and his heart full of joy and shouted:
"Amigo!" Where are we? What city cherished by the heart is this?
What is the race of these hosts lavish
celebrating the lucky guest in their palaces, whose princes are his peers and whose
kings put an amulet on his chest and open up the hospitality of
a city descending from heaven?
And he was also desert did not respond.
just smiled and shook his head slightly. And the procession went past. And the dreamer's face followed
transported with joy and her eyes full of light
.
II
Egyptian
An old story tells of a very pious monk who lived in the desert. This ascetic fasting often, had embraced the most selfless poverty, and spent hours in quiet contemplation and dialogue with the Lord. Many people around him was a saint, and he said he was the man who was closer to God.
One day a monk came to the attention of what people said about him and chopped Curious, he asked God:
"Tell me, Lord, is it true what people say about me, a most holy man and the one closer to you?
- Do you really want to know? Why are you so interested? God asked.
"It's not vanity which prompts me to ask you this," said the monk, but the desire to learn. If someone holier than I, I become his disciple in order to get closer to you.
"In that case, my son, Take the road south of the desert and reached the first people to appear on the road, ask by the butcher. He is most holy.
The monk was shocked by the answer of God, because at that time did not have butchers in the good reputation, but eventually got under way. After a couple of days of travel, reached the village and got to know the butcher. It found nothing extraordinary. Their manners, in fact, she seemed rather abrupt. It noted with concern that looked at the women who came to your business: in a way that he just did not seem very holy.
When finished taking care of people and was about to close up shop, the butcher, surprised by the presence of the monk, he asked what he wanted. The monk told him what had led him to see it, but the butcher could not understand:
"Look, Father, I do not doubt his word, but it amazes me that God has said that. I am a great sinner and do not deserve such praise. Am I wrong many times throughout the day ... But finally, my house is your house. Come dine with me.
When they reached the house of the butcher, the monk was invited to wait. Your host should respond first to an old man lying on an old bed. The ascetic could see then with what love, patience and dedication gave the butcher a sick old man. And concluded that God cared so much for the so given that I had to care for his father.
He loves you note to his old father, "the monk said with admiration.
- My father? Oh, no! "Replied the butcher. This man is my father. If this is the result of a long history, I can tell you, because as a monk know secrecy. This man was actually the biggest enemy of my father. He made life miserable and my family and I are certain it was the author of his death, but could never prove it. It had been many years since I appeared here, but returned to town a few months ago and although my first instinct was revenge, seeing him so old and sick I felt sorry for him, welcomed him into my house and started to care. My father had always taught to forgive ... and I love dealing with who was the executioner is the best way I have to do this today, to continue living in my heart.
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