There's a story I heard today.. It can relate to anyone who wishes so. Not sure of the exact words and lines, though. Anyway, here it goes:
'Once there was a woman who was arguing with a man. Feelling desperate and desolated, she looked for the help of a priest.
-Father, is gossip a sin?
And the priest shouted, filling the confessionary with his thunderous voice:
-Are you out of your mind, woman?! Of course it is! The one who gossips should be forever punished for its deeds!
-But I dont understand, father - said the woman, nearly crying - what have I done wrong? Cant you just grant me forgiveness?
-I am afraid that is not that simple my child. You dont know the true valor of your actions.
And the woman was now on her knees, somewhat like she was begging for all the aid the Lord could give her.
-Tell me then, father - she whispered - what must I do?
The priest kept in total silence for a while, then looked through that strange window and said:
-Before I can forgive you, there is something I want you to do. You must to go home and get a pillow of yours. You must then grab a knife, after what you must go to the roof and stab the pillow with your knife.
The woman was back 15 minutes later, apparently quite tired.
-I did as you requested, father.
-And what was the result of that, my child?
-Feathers - she merely said.
The priest looked quite intrigued with the woman's answer.
-Feathers, you say..
-Yes, father - the woman looked like she wasn't getting the point of the whole thing - , just feathers.
-Very well. There's now another task that I have waiting for you. You must now go back to your roof and bring me back all the feathers.
The woman felt like the priest playing some sort of game with her, although his tone clearly showed that he wasn't having fun at all.
-I'm afraid I can't do that, father.
-And why is that? - he asked, confused
-Well, as soon as I stabed my pillow, all the feathers went flying through the air. And with the help of the wind, by this time they've already spread through all sorts of places.
-My child - said the priest, apparently getting to a conclusion - that is gossip.''
good story with a good message.. which makes this a not so good post..
cheers
'Once there was a woman who was arguing with a man. Feelling desperate and desolated, she looked for the help of a priest.
-Father, is gossip a sin?
And the priest shouted, filling the confessionary with his thunderous voice:
-Are you out of your mind, woman?! Of course it is! The one who gossips should be forever punished for its deeds!
-But I dont understand, father - said the woman, nearly crying - what have I done wrong? Cant you just grant me forgiveness?
-I am afraid that is not that simple my child. You dont know the true valor of your actions.
And the woman was now on her knees, somewhat like she was begging for all the aid the Lord could give her.
-Tell me then, father - she whispered - what must I do?
The priest kept in total silence for a while, then looked through that strange window and said:
-Before I can forgive you, there is something I want you to do. You must to go home and get a pillow of yours. You must then grab a knife, after what you must go to the roof and stab the pillow with your knife.
The woman was back 15 minutes later, apparently quite tired.
-I did as you requested, father.
-And what was the result of that, my child?
-Feathers - she merely said.
The priest looked quite intrigued with the woman's answer.
-Feathers, you say..
-Yes, father - the woman looked like she wasn't getting the point of the whole thing - , just feathers.
-Very well. There's now another task that I have waiting for you. You must now go back to your roof and bring me back all the feathers.
The woman felt like the priest playing some sort of game with her, although his tone clearly showed that he wasn't having fun at all.
-I'm afraid I can't do that, father.
-And why is that? - he asked, confused
-Well, as soon as I stabed my pillow, all the feathers went flying through the air. And with the help of the wind, by this time they've already spread through all sorts of places.
-My child - said the priest, apparently getting to a conclusion - that is gossip.''
good story with a good message.. which makes this a not so good post..
cheers
1 comment:
how can you say that?
a great story with a great message IS in fact a GREAT post!
you were able to show the viewers the "sin" that it is gossiping!
just like the feathers, when the gossip is in yourselves and we don't spread it, we are the pillow itself! we are ourselves!
but, and again, just like feathers, when we start gossiping, little pieces of ourselves disappear...
We transform, people stop looking at us as a pillow and see us as a feather!
did i made myself clear? =S
GREAT POST
Kiss, *Bea
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