THE STORY CONCERNS A MONASTERY THAT HAD FALLEN UPON HARD TIMES. ONCE A GREAT ORDER, AS A RESULT OF WAVES OF ANTIMONASTIC PERSECUTION IN THE SEVENTEENTH AND EIGHTEENTH CENTURIES AND THE RISE OF SECULARISM IN THE NINETEENTH, ALL ITS BRANCH HOUSES WERE LOST AND IT HAD BECOME DECIMATED TO THE EXTENT THAT THERE WERE ONLY FIVE MONKS LEFT IN THE DECAYING MOTHER HOUSE: THE ABBOT AND FOUR OTHERS, ALL OVER SEVENTY IN AGE. CLEARLY IT WAS A DYING ORDER.
IN THE DEEP WOODS SURROUNDING THE MONASTERY THERE WAS A LITTLE HUT THAT A HOLY SAGE FROM A NEARBY TOWN OCCASIONALLY USED FOR A HERMITAGE.
THROUGH THEIR MANY YEARS OF PRAYER AND CONTEMPLATION THE OLD MONKS HAD BECOME A BIT PSYCHIC, SO THEY COULD ALWAYS SENSE WHEN THE HOLY MAN WAS IN HIS HERMITAGE. "THE SAGE IS IN THE WOODS, " THEY WOULD WHISPER TO EACH OTHER.
AS HE AGONIZED OVER THE IMMINENT DEATH OF HIS ORDER, IT OCCURRED TO THE ABBOT AT ONE SUCH TIME TO VISIT THE HERMITAGE AND ASK THE HOLY MANI IF BY SOME POSSIBLE CHANCE HE COULD OFFER ANY ADVICE THAT MIGHT SAVE THE MONASTERY.
THE SAGE WELCOMED THE ABBOT AT HIS HUT. BUT WHEN THE ABBOT EXPLAINED THE PURPOSE OF HIS VISIT, THE MAN COULD ONLY COMMISERATE WITH HIM. "I KNOW HOW IT IS," HE EXCLAIMED. "
THE SPIRIT HAS GONE OUT OF THE PEOPLE. IT IS THE SAME IN MY TOWN. ALMOST NO ONE COMES TO PRAY ANYMORE." SO THE OLD ABBOT AND THE OLD SAGE WEPT TOGETHER.
THEN THEY READ PARTS OF THE HOLY SCRIPTURE AND QUIETLY SPOKE OF DEEP THINGS. THE TIME CAME WHEN THE ABBOT HAD TO LEAVE. THEY EMBRACED EACH OTHER. "IT HAS BEEN A WONDERFUL THING THAT WE SHOULD MEET AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, "THE ABBOT SAID, "BUT I HAVE STILL FAILED IN MY PURPOSE FOR COMING HERE. IS THERE NOTHING YOU CAN TELL ME, NO PIECE OF ADVICE YOU CAN GIVE ME THAT WOULD HELP ME SAVE MY DYING ORDER?"
"NO, I AM SORRY," THE HOLY MAN RESPONDED. "I HAVE NO ADVICE TO GIVE. THE ONLY THING I CAN TELL YOU IS THAT THE MESSIAH IS ONE OF YOU."
WHEN THE ABBOT RETURNED TO THE MONASTERY HIS FELLOW MONKS GATHERED AROUND HIM TO ASK, "WELL WHAT DID THE HOLY MAN SAY?" "HE COULDN'T HELP," THE ABBOT ANSWERED. "WE JUST WEPT AND READ TOGETHER. THE ONLY THING HE DID SAY, JUST AS I WAS LEAVING --IT WAS SOMETHING CRYPTIC-- WAS THAT THE MESSIAH IS ONE OF US. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE MEANT."
IN THE DAYS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS THAT FOLLOWED, THE OLD MONKS PONDERED THIS AND WONDERED WHETHER THERE WAS ANY POSSIBLE SIGNIFICANCE TO THE SAGE'S WORDS.
THE MESSIAH IS ONE OF US? COULD HE POSSIBLY HAVE MEANT ONE OF US MONKS HERE AT THE MONASTERY? IF THAT'S THE CASE, WHICH ONE? DO YOU SUPPOSE HE MEANT THE ABBOT? YES, IF HE MEANT ANYONE, HE PROBABLY MEANT FATHER ABBOT. HE HAS BEEN OUR LEADER FOR MORE THAN A GENERATION.
ON THE OTHER HAND, HE MIGHT HAVE MEANT BROTHER THOMAS. CERTAINLY BROTHER THOMAS IS A HOLY MAN. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THOMAS IS A MAN OF LIGHT. CERTAINLY HE COULD NOT HAVE MEANT BROTHER ELRED! ELRED GETS CROTCHETY AT TIMES.
BUT COME TO THINK OF IT, EVEN THOUGH HE IS A THORN IN PEOPLE'S SIDES, WHEN YOU LOOK BACK ON IT, ELRED IS VIRTUALLY ALWAYS RIGHT. OFTEN VERY RIGHT.
MAYBE THE SAGE DID MEAN BROTHER ELRED. BUT SURELY NOT BROTHER PHILLIP. PHILLIP IS SO PASSIVE, A REAL NOBODY. BUT THEN, ALMOST MYSTERIOUSLY, HE HAS A GIFT FOR SOMEHOW ALWAYS BEING THERE WHEN YOU NEED HIM. HE JUST MAGICALLY APPEARS BY YOUR SIDE.
MAYBE PHILLIP IS THE MESSIAH. OF COURSE THE HOLY MAN DIDN'T MEAN ME. HE COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE MEANT ME. I'M JUST AN ORDINARY PERSON. YET SUPPOSING HE DID? SUPPOSE I AM THE MESSIAH? O GOD, NOT ME. I COULDN'T BE THAT MUCH FOR YOU, COULD I? AS THEY CONTEMPLATED IN THIS MANNER, THE OLD MONKS BEGAN TO TREAT EACH OTHER WITH EXTRAORDINARY RESPECT ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT ONE AMONG THEM MIGHT BE THE MESSIAH.
AND ON THE OFF OFF CHANCE THAT EACH MONK HIMSELF MIGHT BE THE MESSIAH, THEY BEGAN TO TREAT THEMSELVES WITH EXTRAORDINARY RESPECT.
BECAUSE THE FOREST IN WHICH IT WAS SITUATED WAS BEAUTIFUL, IT SO HAPPENED THAT PEOPLE STILL OCCASIONALLY CAME TO VISIT THE MONASTERY TO PICNIC ON ITS TINY LAWN, TO WANDER ALONG SOME OF ITS PATHS, EVEN NOW AND THEN TO GO INTO THE DILAPIDATED CHAPEL TO MEDITATE.
AS THEY DID SO, WITHOUT EVEN BEING CONSCIOUS OF IT, THEY SENSED THE AURA OF EXTRAORDINARY RESPECT THAT NOW BEGAN TO SURROUND THE FIVE OLD MONKS AND SEEMED TO RADIATE OUT FROM THEM AND PERMEATE THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE PLACE. THERE WAS SOMETHING STRANGELY ATTRACTIVE, EVEN COMPELLING, ABOUT IT.
HARDLY KNOWING WHY, THEY BEGAN TO COME BACK TO THE MONASTERY MORE FREQUENTLY TO PICNIC, TO PLAY, TO PRAY. THEY BEGAN TO BRING THEIR FRIENDS TO SHOW THEM THIS SPECIAL PLACE. AND THEIR FRIENDS BROUGHT THEIR FRIENDS.
THEN IT HAPPENED THAT SOME OF THE YOUNGER MEN WHO CAME TO VISIT THE MONASTERY STARTED TO TALK MORE AND MORE WITH THE OLD MONKS. AFTER A WHILE ONE ASKED IF HE COULD JOIN THEM. THEN ANOTHER. AND ANOTHER.
SO WITHIN A FEW YEARS THE MONASTERY HAD ONCE AGAIN BECOME A THRIVING ORDER AND, THANKS TO THE HOLY MAN'S GIFT, A VIBRANT CENTER OF LIGHT AND SPIRITUALITY IN THE REALM.
WHEN WE TREAT OURSELVES AND OTHERS WITH EXTRAORDINARY RESPECT, WE ALONG WITH OUR COMMUNITY FLOURISHES IN SO MANY POSITIVE WAYS...
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Such a beautiful inspirational story, Semile. Respect like love goes a long way. Thank you for sharing it with us. :)
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....Nice Posts Semile....:)......Love Ya.....<3......