SATAN'S CUNNING TO DISTURB A CEREMONY
Satan went to the temple, he arrived earlier.
- Where do you go Satan ?
- I go to the temple ; I go there to defend myself !
- To defend yourself ? But how do you do to defend yourself in a place where everybody hates you ?
- Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! I've a lot of ways. For example, early in the mornnig I make something which is unexpected. Just little thing such as unexpected guest for lunch ; a flu so people decide to rest in bed ... I see that it's so easy : just an unexpected broken lace ; a suddenly lost button ; the milk which is poured down on the ground ; the cat which becomes suddenly ill ; a broken vehicle just before starting ; out of gas for oven ; and so one ... So people decide to don't go to temple ! And if they decide to go, they go but in a very bad mood so they can not profit from sermon.
- In the temple ( at the beginning, at the middle and at the end ) I work to make people not concentrated. It's so easy too : just two or three people who don't stop talking during the ceremony. So other people can not really pray. Often too, some people arrive in late at the ceremony. There are two advantages for me : these people will not concentrated and they disturb all the others christians during the first 15 minutes ; oh it's funny !
THE LEAST GRAIN OF CORN
I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when Your golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream, and I wondered who was this King of all kings ! My hopes rose high, and I thought my evil days were at an end. I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth to be scattered on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood. Your glance fell on me, and You came down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then all of a sudden You held out Your right hand, saying, « What have you to give me ? ». Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open Your palm to a beggar to beg ! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out THE LEAST LITTLE GRAIN OF CORN and gave it to You.
How great was my surprise when at the day's end, I emptied my bag on the floor only to find a LITTLE LEAST GRAIN OF GOLD among the poor heap ! I bitterly wept and wished that I had the heart to give You my all. [ Rabindranath Tagore - Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 ]