Archives for July 2020

Those who were never defeated

Those who were never defeated seem happy and superior, masters of a truth they never had to lift a finger to achieve.
They are always on the side of the strong. They’re like hyenas, who only eat the leavings of lions.

They teach their children: ‘Don’t get involved in conflicts, you’ll only lose. Keep your doubts to yourself and you’ll never have any problems.
If someone attacks you, don’t get offended or demean yourself by hitting back. There are more important things in life.’

In the silence of the night, they fight their imaginary battles: their unrealised dreams, the injustices to which they turned a blind eye, the moments of cowardice they managed to conceal from other people – but not from themselves – and the love that crossed their path with a sparkle in its eyes, the love God had intended for them, and which they lacked the courage to embrace.

And they promise themselves: ‘Tomorrow will be different.’

But tomorrow comes and the paralysing question surfaces in their mind: ‘What if it doesn’t work out?’

And so they do nothing.
Woe to those who were never beaten! They will never be winners in this life.
 
 
taken from MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA

How to discover if something is important

The master was strolling through a field of wheat when a disciple came up to him: “I can’t tell which is the true path. What’s the secret?”

“What does that ring on your right hand mean?” asked the master.

“My father gave it to me before dying.”

“Well, give it to me.”

The disciple obeyed, and the master tossed the ring into the middle of the field of wheat.

“Now what?” shouted the disciple.

“Now I have to stop doing everything I was doing to look for the ring! It’s important to me!”

“When you find it, remember this: you yourself answered the question you asked me. That is how you tell the true path: it is more important than all the rest.”

30 seec read: The right question

Gun-Zai and his disciples were walking in the country and talking about God’s miracles, when it began to rain.

They all ran to a cabin that stood close by.

When they reached there, the master turned to his pupils and said: “I shall only let you in if you give me the right answer.”

Intrigued, they all remained there under the downpour, not knowing how to please Gun- Zai.

They trembled with cold, but could not find the right answer.

Finally, after nearly two hours in the rain, one of them said: “Master, you haven’t asked any question, and here we stand like fools, looking for explanations.It isn’t wise to look for problems if we weren’t posed any problem.”

“Congratulations, that’s how we should behave in life. You may come in,” said the master, opening the door.

20 SEC READ: The camel, the painter, the poet and the critic

Aa painter, a poet and a critic were crossing the desert.

One night, to kill the time, they decided to describe the camel that was accompanying them.

The poet  took ten minutes to describe the animal’s nobility in beautiful verses.

In a few rapid strokes, the painter offered his friends a drawing.

Finally the critic entered the tent.

He came out two hours later, by which time they were all annoyed at how long he was taking.

“I tried to be quick, but I discovered flaws in the animal,” said the critic.

“It doesn’t run. It’s uncomfortable. It’s ugly.”

And he handed his friends a wad of pages with the title:
“The perfect camel, or how God should have made the camel.”

 

(Arab oral tradition)

Guadalupe

Juan Diego is walking towards Mexico City when he sees a lady covered in light.
juan-diego-virgen-guadalupe
“Go to the Bishop; I am the Virgin, I want to be honored here,” says the apparition.

Diego obeys her, but nobody pays him any attention.

The lady asks time and time again, but the Bishop says that Juan is lying.

“You could have picked someone more respected and educated – that’s the only way the Church will listen,” complains Juan to the Virgin.

“I shall send them a sign,” she said.

And flowers bloom in the middle of the desert.

Juan fills his poncho with the flowers and takes them to the church.

They still do not believe it.

When Juan opens his poncho to leave the flowers on the table, the image of the Virgin is imprinted on the cloth.

This image became known as the Our Lady of Guadalupe, the patron saint of the Americas.

Until this day, all the tests to prove it false have been negative.

The story of the pencil

in “Like a flowing river”