There once was a person educated in many directions. He knew the painting, medicine, architecture and many more other fields. He was a loving wife, who died in an accident. A man in spite of her death was very happy, and among the people enjoyed the recognition and respect. He decided one day that his entire life to give to God. Thus, he chose to be on the hill town and began to pray. After a day of prayer and the night, though a little tired, he felt that his spirit thrives. People began to talk about him, that besides the fact that it is a good man, is also of extraordinary faith, since the death of his wife is not broke, and decided to go to the wilderness and pray there. Several people in gratitude for his early assistance and services, decided to help this man in prayer. Thus, he built a hut, so that man does not mókł in the rain and had to shelter from the wind. He even supplied a daily meal in order not to have to interrupt the prayers. A man prayed in these words: "God
cases, I was always close to you and make me serve you well until the end of my days.
One morning, shortly after dawn, a woman arrived and began to sob.
-My son got sick. Not I know what to do. The local doctor can not do anything, sent me here to ask for help.
-Woman, do not you see I bother to pray? - man replied.
-and I know this fact very sorry, but my son is dying.
-So pray with me here, that the Lord took him under his care in Heaven.
woman left in tears. It did not take five days, a man came to the next person. This time, man.
-My house burned down and I have no roof over their heads. -began to speak .- Is pomoglibyście I construction of a new home?
-Man, do not you see I bother to pray?
-see, but not in another architect who could rozrysować new plans for my house.
-So pray with me here to listen to you and you and sent you an architect inspired in his power, because there is no more wonderful architecture from the Creator.
man walked away with bowed head. Such situations are repeated constantly, and people just stopped talking about a praying man. Ceased to carry him food and eventually no one has not visited, nor ask for help. A man felt the same emptiness and sadness.
-God, why do I feel so empty and miserable? After I gave you all my life and vowed to serve you the rest of his days.
-And I gave you a chance. -heard a voice .- But you did not managed to exploit it. Son of a woman who came to beg you for help, died. A man to this day, spends his nights under the stars.
-This tale truly reflects the hypocrisy of the Catholics. -thought when laying their books on the shelf, After it is inventing.
We have talent and do not share them with others. And certainly I'm not talking about the talents of the biblical story of three sons who are the currency. We look at ourselves and we do exclusively for myself. In fact, we are not living, pretending that it is the opposite, not only lying to themselves, but also the rest of the world. For now, effectively.
The last book-No. -I say to her putting it in place.
important to know its value, which provide us with the others. The trick is to know its value, but without pyszałkowatości. He says African proverb
"Frog tried to look as big as an elephant - and broke."
get dressed and leave. Along the way, I pass the playground and children on it. I think that as long as they are, yet are hypocritical and do not pretend anything. They can play with life and life in general. They can enjoy the little things. And we are already too old for this? I guess so, because fewer and fewer things that makes you smile. They brag about their ideas and talents, and for that I admire them. In general, I admire people bragging. I often lack the courage to even show your friends something that I've made, invented, I did. However, this does not mean that it is not subjected to the process of creation. Quite the opposite, categorize everything, and then after years of laughing at his "children". But it is worth working for yourself and for others, because it can take us only happy.
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