I want to tell you a story about dreams, said the alchemist. In ancient Rome, at the time of Emperor Tiberius, there lived a good man who had two sons. One was in the military, and had been sent to the most distant regions of the empire. The other son was a poet, and delighted all of Rome with his beautiful verses. One night, the father had a dream. An angel appeared to him, and told him that the words of one of his sons would be learned and repeated throughout the world for all generations to come. The father woke from his dream, grateful and crying, because life was generous, and had revealed to him something any father would be proud to know. Shortly thereafter, the father died ... Since he had lived his entire life in a manner that was correct and fair, he went directly to heaven, where he met the angel that had appeared in his dream. You were always a good man, the angel said to him ... I can now grant you any wish you desire. I dont want anything for myself. But ... I would like to see my sons words. The angel touched the mans shoulder, and they were both projected far into the future. They were in an immense setting, surrounded by thousands of people speaking a strange language. The man wept with happiness. Could you please tell me which of my sons poems these people are repeating? The verses of your son who was the poet were very popular in Rome, the angel said. Everyone loved them and enjoyed them, but when the reign of Tiberius ended, his poems were forgotten. The words youre hearing now are those of your son in the military. The man looked at the angel in surprise. Your son went to serve at a distant place, and became a centurion. He was just and good. One afternoon, one of his servants fell ill, and it appeared that he would die. Your son had heard of a rabbi who was able to cure illnesses, and he rode out for days and days in search of this man. Along the way, he learned that the man he was seeking was the Son of God. He met others who had been cured by him, and they instructed your son in the mans teachings. And so, despite the fact that he was a Roman centurion, he converted to their faith. Shortly thereafter, he reached the place were the man he was looking for was visiting. He told the man that one of his servants was gravely ill, and the rabbi made ready to go to his house with him. But the centurion was a man of faith, and, looking into the eyes of the rabbi, he knew that he was surely in the presence of the Son of God. And this is what your son said, the angel told the man. These are the words he said to the rabbi at this point, and they have never been forgotten: My Lord, I am not worthy that you should come under my roof. But only speak a word and my servant will be healed. :) (Paulo Coelho, THE ALCHEMIST)
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 02:01:39 +0000
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