The stories of the desert priests

By Paulo Coelho

During the early part of the Christian era, the monastery at Scete became a center where many people gathered. After renouncing everything they had, they went to live in the desert surrounding the monastery. Many of the teachings of these men have been collected and published in numerous books.The stories of the desert priests

Work in the field

A young man crossed the desert and finally came to the monastery of Scete. There, he asked to hear one of the abbot’s lectures – and was granted permission.

That afternoon, the abbot’s discourse was about the importance of work in the field.

After the lecture, the young man said to one of the monks:

– That was amazing. I thought I would hear a fine sermon about virtues and sins, and the abbot spoke only of tomatoes, irrigation and so forth. Where I come from, all believe that God is merciful: all one must do is pray.

The monk smiled and replied:

– Here we believe that God has already done His part; now it is up to us to continue the process.

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  1. Yajna says:

    Dearest Paulo and friends,

    I enjoyed reading this story- suprisingly the message was conveyed to me yesterday by my big brother. We were having a family discussion, when he turned to my younger brother and said, that God is here to guide us, he is always here, but it is also up to us make the effort. To take the opportunities he gives us, and put it to good use. He is very right. I know of people, who are very brilliant, but are unmotivated, and they just expect all there problems to disappear, without making the proper efforts, and sadly so, many opportunities were wasted. I hope for them that things come right. However, i hope to always remember, that whatever i want in life, i must try my best to go for, and always believe that i guided by the Ultimate.

    Thank you for being,
    Yajna

  2. Dear Paulo
    I really need to know what you think about these words:

    The butterflies

    In the past ages butterflies were not visualized by everybody but he could see it clearly most of the time. In the times which butterflies did not appear on he was able to feel the flapping of its colorful wings in his young heart and used to speak about it to all people around him all day but without great attention to his speech as none of them had the talent of seeing butterflies. At night used to dream of them flying highly up to the gigantic white moon which centers the black sky. To his great surprise, on that day in which the butterfly has approached shining in hundreds of colors and called him with his name. She said that she knows that he can see her because she realized that his eyes are following her everywhere. She said to him no one can see butterflies except those who has tender hearts, asked her, you’re really beautiful why don’t you appear to all people to see your beauty? At that time there hearts will be tender as a matter of fact. She impressed a kiss on his finger and asked do you remember the feeling of your heart when you first saw a butterfly? Flapped her wings two times then flied away with the same way butterflies love to.
    Written by Ahmad Eddeeb
    Translated (from arabic) by Sara Shams

  3. Alexandra says:

    Here we have a saying sounds like this:God gives you,but not put it into your bag.We are alive in order to act,work gives sense to live,not matter is done by hand or brain.

  4. wanbliska says:

    It reminds me about the sentence “one has to cultivate his garden” – Voltaire.

    The part of God is indeed to have planted the seed. A beautiful big semen, no?

    One has to water and safeguard it, knowing that both God and Evil could devastatate it for one reason. But this is just an idea.

    Where is the need to cry and pray once the harvest is ruined?

  5. Clara Belén says:

    Yo creo que una cosa no quita a la otra. Debemos cuidar nuestra tierra y multiplicar sus frutos, es lo que nos corresponde, pero, aunque hagamos nuestra parte, siempre la última palabra la tiene Dios. A ver que le pasaria a los monjes si una inundación se llevara el granero o después de jornadas de trabajo una granizada estropeara los frutos. Por eso creo que una persona, por mucho que trabaje tiene que mantener la humildad de agradecer y rogar a Dios para le siga ayudando.
    Un beso,
    Clara

  6. Osbaldo Gutierrez -Los Angeles says:

    This story is very true to me. It’s like the question “what would you do, if you knew you couldn’t fail?” Gracias por la inspiracion.