By Paulo Coelho
Elie Wiesel recalls that the great Rabbi Israel Shem Tov, when he saw that the Jews were being mistreated, went into the forest, lit a holy fire, and said a special prayer, asking God to protect his people. And God sent him a miracle.
Later, his disciple Maggid de Mezritch, following in his master’s footsteps, would go to the same part of the forest and say: “Master of the Universe, I do not know how to light the holy fire, but I do know the special prayer; hear me, please!” The miracle always came about.
A generation passed, and Rabbi Moshe-leib of Sasov, when he saw how his people were persecuted, went to the forest, saying: “I don’t know how to light the holy fire, nor do I know the special prayer, but I still remember the place. Help us, Lord!” And the Lord helped.
Fifty years later, Rabbi Israel de Rizhin, in his wheelchair, spoke to God: “I don’t know how to light the holy fire, nor the prayer, and I can’t even find the place in the forest. All I can do is tell this story, and hope God hears me.”
And telling the story was enough for the danger to pass; according to Wiesel, God created man because He adores stories.
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It’s true everybody loves a good story.
OHHHHH this makes me feel good
When stories come from the heart and soul, a person feels no need to explain why they are impulsively shared. Stories have personalities of their own which lie and breath themselves.
The story-telling simply carried on the energy of the intent of the original prayer. Intention is, after all, energy. As are stories.
We all have our stories to tell and even though we sometimes have the same stories we tell it differently from our own point of view because it is what we understand of it. Stories are important because they teel of wisdom and knowledge through out generations.
-Angeline
For rememberance – of who we really are, of what we came to do, of what is really dear for us in our hearts.
Everyone of us, God’s children, has a story to tell…
Sometimes we cannot express what we..feel, happiness, sadness, disappointement, we feel alone.
Then a thought takes blackness away.. We think, ‘only God knows how I feel..’. Indeed, he listens to everything we say, our Story.The story of our INNER ETERNAL SELF who has come here to gain individuality, the I and write the story.
LOVE,
THELMA
bonita historia :)
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I read something years ago that said ” we tell ourselves stories in order to live ” I think its true – our lives are a story …also its how we help develop children’s imagination threw stories from books or made up by Mum ..But Yes! God does have a good sense of humor -and always jokes with me in pray , communication and always gives me inspiration , ideas to write about .I have to say I have lots of favorite stories – Romance ,fairy tales ,real life ones .Someone I love dearly said to me recently ..Write because you love to do it …and dont worry about the rest ..as long as we share ,and love what we do than that is a gift in it self .And the greatest story ever told ….??I think thats the name of a song ! ..
blessings and they all lived happily ever after :-)
Love Tania
Hmm ….if so…than all the writers in the world…and so are you dear Paulo…would be the chosen ones. :-)
love
Agnieszka
I believe that “story telling” is the only way to pass wisdom to others…have it shared like a gift…make it spread like a wind…and last for generations to come…please never stop telling stories…thank you
Story-tellers are the voice of their culture…the sound of a nation…and the soul of the world..
How would we understand the concept of dreaming, if there were no one to tell us the stories of places worth dreaming of?
~Bobby Ozuna
Drawing Stories…With Words
A quote to ponder on “Imagination and fiction make up more than three-quarters of our real life” (Simone Weil)
My favourite story is of how my father met my mother. :)
What is your favourite story?
Thank you for that story..I giggled at the end :)
ANd why not? Maybe God is a Child after all..
And that is why children are so near Him/Her..
Love and Graditude
Annie