I’m dying of hunger

By Paulo Coelho

The traveller arrived at the monastery in the middle of a snowstorm.
‘I’m dying of cold and hunger and have no way of earning my livelihood, but I need to eat.’
It so happened that, on that very day, the storm had prevented the monks from restocking the pantry, and they had absolutely nothing to eat or drink. Touched by the man’s plight, the Abbot opened the tabernacle and removed from it the consecrated hosts and the chalice of wine and offered them to the man to eat.
The other monks were horrified.
‘That’s sacrilege!’
‘Why?’ replied the Abbot. ‘You have heard how David ate the bread from the tabernacle when he was hungry, and, when necessary, Christ healed people on the Sabbath. I am merely putting the spirit of Jesus into action: love and mercy can now do their work.’

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