One recited beautiful poems, another showed his illustrations of the Bible, a third said the names of all the saints. And so monk after monk, were all honoring Our Lady and Child Jesus.
In the last row was a monk, the humblest of the monastery, who had never learned the learned texts of the time. His parents were simple people who worked in an old circus around, and everything they had taught him was to throw balls into the air and do some juggling.
When his turn came, the other monks wanted to end the tributes, because the ex-juggler had nothing important to say and could tarnish the image of the monastery. However, in the depths of his heart, he also felt a huge need for something whether to Jesus and the Virgin.
shame he felt the reproving looks of her brothers, some oranges from his pocket and began to throw air juggling, which was all I knew.
At that moment, the baby Jesus smiled and started clapping from the arms of Our Lady. And it was this monk that the Virgin held out his arms, leaving we were in a little while in theirs the Divine Child. "
When his turn came, the other monks wanted to end the tributes, because the ex-juggler had nothing important to say and could tarnish the image of the monastery. However, in the depths of his heart, he also felt a huge need for something whether to Jesus and the Virgin.
shame he felt the reproving looks of her brothers, some oranges from his pocket and began to throw air juggling, which was all I knew.
At that moment, the baby Jesus smiled and started clapping from the arms of Our Lady. And it was this monk that the Virgin held out his arms, leaving we were in a little while in theirs the Divine Child. "
Taken from the Prologue of" The Alchemist "
"Simplicity is the virtue of great souls"
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