From The Prologue
In
Egypt, in whose ancient Christian past there had once
been many grand monasteries, there once lived a monk
who befriended an uneducated and simple peasant farmer.
One day this peasant said to the monk, “I too
respect God who created this world! Every evening I
pour out a bowl of goat’s milk and leave it out
under a palm tree. In the evening God comes and drinks
up my milk! He is very fond of it! There’s never
once been a time when even a drop of milk is left in
the bowl.”
Hearing these words, the monk could not help smiling. He
kindly and logically explained to his friend that God
doesn’t need a bowl of goat’s milk. But the
peasant so stubbornly insisted that he was right that the
monk then suggested that the next night they secretly
watch to see what happened after the bowl of milk was left
under the palm tree.
No sooner said than done. When night fell, the monk and
the peasant hid themselves some distance from the tree,
and soon in the moonlight they saw how a little fox crept
up to the bowl and lapped up all the milk till the bowl
was empty.
“Indeed!” the peasant sighed disappointedly.
“Now I can see that it wasn’t God!”
The monk tried to comfort the peasant and explained that
God is a spirit, that God is something completely beyond
our poor ability to comprehend in our world, and that
people comprehend His presence each in their own unique
way. But the peasant merely stood hanging his head sadly.
Then he wept and went back home to his hovel.
The monk also went back to his cell, but when he got there
he was amazed to see an angel blocking his path. Utterly
terrified, the monk fell to his knees, but the angel said
to him:
“That simple fellow had neither education nor wisdom
nor book-learning enough to be able to comprehend God
otherwise. Then you with your wisdom and book learning
took away what little he had! You will say that doubtless
you reasoned correctly. But there’s one thing that
you don’t know, oh learned man: God, seeing the
sincerity and true heart of this good peasant, every night
sent the little fox to that palm tree to comfort him and
accept his sacrifice.”
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