the third morning, unusually, the first of four pilgrims stood before his fellow travelers with a woman, veiled, close to him. Unusual
was presented with a woman at his side, even if it had been his lawful wife, he must always walk in five steps from the tunic. These were the customs of those times. More unusual still was that he announced that he would tell his story with a song, and it would sing the same woman. But before she began to sing took his book of scripture, and I read it, how to tell the story of the woman.
had been taken from him as a slave, to deprive of his unjust fate, and then had become his concubine, Hagar as it was for Abraham when Sarah, who could not real children, gave her slave as a concubine, because he could have a descent, as was customary among the tribes of those times as well and be assured of a successor to its people, and not to waste the heritage of men and flocks that were his only wealth of landless nomadic. When the Lord decided to intervene to change those destinies, for whatever inscrutable his design, he sent three pilgrims to cross the tents of Abraham, and they, that they were angels but not yet recognized as foreigners were welcomed and accommodated, washed your feet, and feed and drink and then sit under the shade of the tree refreshment next to the tent, one of them asked, 'Where is your wife, Abraham? 'To which Sarah was called in front of the guests, and the same who had claimed he said, although he was now old, "You'll have a son."
Sarah, as would any woman of her age, perhaps even feel cheated by that never got pregnant and who knows what wanted, he laughed, as if to say "Are you mocking me?" Then he became foreign recognize as messengers sent by the Lord and said, "Because you have made a mockery of the word of the Lord, you will remain silent from now, all the time of pregnancy." And so it was, immediately, so that the poor could not replicate or even justify that he could not imagine that those foreigners were divine messengers sent to transmit, without any premonition, even Annunciation, the good news. So much so, and she regained the word is not just relieve their son, who was named Isaac. Except that in the meantime, Abraham, his relationship with his concubine Hagar, Sarah's slave who had imposed his favors to her husband, had given birth to a son, who was named Ishmael, which was the first son of Abraham. At that point we do not know what traps to this woman, if jealousy, revenge, greed, or simple cruelty, so he was forced to Abraham, as the bearer Journal of the uterus of the tent to chase away the slave with her offspring in the desert, and with just the right need of bread and water to survive a few days, so with the intent that you die. The records here are gramulose, as the sand of the desert, but today a tax agent or broker may read out the marriage intentions, or those suspected.
to tribal law Ishmael was the first son of Abraham, recipient of the blessing of the firstborn and heir of the community, the fatherhood of men and things. Isaac was the second, and, at will of Ishmael, be relegated to also make the goatherd. Then, when Abraham was dead, Ishmael could hunt Sarah and her son, if only to get rid of an inheritance dispute, or in revenge for the fact that his mother had been given, no one knows what he wishes, to lie with his father. And then, finally, but that often is not the last of the reasons, there was a great round of interest on the heritage of Abraham, which, with the birthright of Ishmael, Sarah might not receive a penny, and perhaps even devote themselves to work for a living, at his age, and after making a child.
However, as the most beautiful stories, it all ended well. The Lord was moved by the fact that Hagar was dying in the desert with his son, and, although he had not sent a thunderbolt at them for Sarah inflicted that terrible sentence, granted to the condemned, and this time without angels or other intermediaries to find a source of water, as it sometimes appears to the dying in the desert oasis. So much so that were saved, mother and son. And this is another inscrutable opinion of the Lord, because by then saved that son of Abraham born Muslims. And yet what we see, that legacy has not yet been resolved. In the more you put in the meantime, to complicate matters, the alleged third child, a tramp named Jesus, who was preaching strange things, let him in those lands who knows which of the two children.
When the first pilgrims had finished speaking the others were watching in their own book of scriptures, as if looking riscontri.Intanto of the veiled woman began to sing, but her song was soon over, because it was taken by tears that do not contain the heart, and then the first pilgrim she sang to himself.
"The ancients remind us of its sad history, the ancient
condemned to their memory,
of how it was taken away from his land
married to a warrior in a war already lost.
As he wandered the deserts, he turned the whole earth
to search for the remains of man lost in war.
how to find the love in distant lands
as a pitcher get the water the fountains.
that she was condemned by the people then
no longer to be married, to have no more home,
her mercilessly, making sure death
for not being able to bury.
But the gods have mercy more human law
the gods turned into a fountain "
The first pilgrim raised his face, without looking at the veiled woman, because she was his concubine, and did not want this show in awe. Closing his hands on the book of scripture, he explained these words: When
undertaken this journey, I traveled through different places, people and customs hitherto unknown to me. I learned other words, way of saying hello or to share the bread, I felt to pray in other ways and shared prayer, although I kept in my heart and nights in the depths of the pure prayer of my heart, I learned from my teacher. When I arrived in this village and there was great excitement and great trepidation, I asked him what was going on. "A woman has been sentenced," he said, "and will be stoned to death, before sunset." I knew that word, for reading it in the books, but I was reminded of a teaching of my teacher 'who has not sinned cast the stone'. "What sin did this woman ever to an end so cruel?" I asked again,
"He had to reconstruct the remains of her husband, and killed because he had buried, and so his spirit could not rest, scattered in the deserts. But she could not, and his soul is now bound to him, and how he will wander restlessly. But we want to write that the soul is made in fragments, because only the material body to ensure that the fact is accomplished. Moreover, and this aggravates during those long years of her look, she also found love, perhaps more for support than for pleasure, in that long wandering. But our laws this serious. "
Pilgrims felt the book burning of the records in his hands, he could no longer keep in hand, and felt even more inwardly burn those words, heard the voice of the teacher summons, as in those years before, when he was still with him.
"If you sin through neglect or too much love, no one has attacked you, because many or perhaps all have sinned more. For what I've got my pardon is granted, as it is before me that you have conducted. Follow your peace "
My heart jumped like a lost lamb in a pasture. And then I cried, in that square, stranger, and perhaps saved only by the hospitality due to strangers, and denied even to your neighbors. "But this woman did not even sin! just could not! and who knows what troubles have prevented!
And if you loved it because she was not nothing left but love, to live. "
" If you want the judge, as we are doing, come along and see. "
The woman was sitting, tied so they do not move, the stones, such as stars or other celestial curse in those moments that present themselves could fall on her, like a bleating goat on a sacrificial pyre. I knew I did not have the strength of my master, the power of his voice to riscagliare back the stones, nor the belief of his wisdom to bring men to their thinking. But I saw in their eyes, and this was a cunning fox cautious thing left me by my teacher, I saw in their eyes listless, craving for entertainment, boredom, pleasure seeking, and someone who also sold olives to rot in rancid oil, to make some money that will, I saw money. in their eyes, everyone could prostitution be bought or sold, were poor and could not have desires that each of the equally poor possession envious of others. When the representative council of the village raised his hand for the first stone, I jumped up too, with his hand as high up, and shouted, "How much is the sin of this woman?" "Why do you want to know?" asked the representative "Because I deal with sins, buy them and sell them, and I was told that you also do this trade for the good of your homes ee pipeline of your families." The representative and ten, twelve advisors whispering a few minutes, then the representative said, "Consider it a shifty-eyed wife or a woman incapable, or worse a prostitute?" "Do you the highest price, and I'll pay that." It cost me one third of the caravan. I bought this body for the stones, and without ever having seen that face, that I was buying a life, then I could not even imagine. She came to me, out of gratitude, I had no woman, I was already old and not pretentious, I agreed to come to me, almost more than I for her, to feel grateful .. Then came to me with love. And since then, now, I learned to love. "
The fourth pilgrim got upset, left the banquet without saying goodbye. He was the youngest of the four, even though he now advanced in years, but the first pilgrim was the oldest, he was, for all, the direction of travel, what had begun, and others who joined him for his fame of wisdom.
Now this fourth pilgrim story filled with wonder! If nothing else.
was presented with a woman at his side, even if it had been his lawful wife, he must always walk in five steps from the tunic. These were the customs of those times. More unusual still was that he announced that he would tell his story with a song, and it would sing the same woman. But before she began to sing took his book of scripture, and I read it, how to tell the story of the woman.
had been taken from him as a slave, to deprive of his unjust fate, and then had become his concubine, Hagar as it was for Abraham when Sarah, who could not real children, gave her slave as a concubine, because he could have a descent, as was customary among the tribes of those times as well and be assured of a successor to its people, and not to waste the heritage of men and flocks that were his only wealth of landless nomadic. When the Lord decided to intervene to change those destinies, for whatever inscrutable his design, he sent three pilgrims to cross the tents of Abraham, and they, that they were angels but not yet recognized as foreigners were welcomed and accommodated, washed your feet, and feed and drink and then sit under the shade of the tree refreshment next to the tent, one of them asked, 'Where is your wife, Abraham? 'To which Sarah was called in front of the guests, and the same who had claimed he said, although he was now old, "You'll have a son."
Sarah, as would any woman of her age, perhaps even feel cheated by that never got pregnant and who knows what wanted, he laughed, as if to say "Are you mocking me?" Then he became foreign recognize as messengers sent by the Lord and said, "Because you have made a mockery of the word of the Lord, you will remain silent from now, all the time of pregnancy." And so it was, immediately, so that the poor could not replicate or even justify that he could not imagine that those foreigners were divine messengers sent to transmit, without any premonition, even Annunciation, the good news. So much so, and she regained the word is not just relieve their son, who was named Isaac. Except that in the meantime, Abraham, his relationship with his concubine Hagar, Sarah's slave who had imposed his favors to her husband, had given birth to a son, who was named Ishmael, which was the first son of Abraham. At that point we do not know what traps to this woman, if jealousy, revenge, greed, or simple cruelty, so he was forced to Abraham, as the bearer Journal of the uterus of the tent to chase away the slave with her offspring in the desert, and with just the right need of bread and water to survive a few days, so with the intent that you die. The records here are gramulose, as the sand of the desert, but today a tax agent or broker may read out the marriage intentions, or those suspected.
to tribal law Ishmael was the first son of Abraham, recipient of the blessing of the firstborn and heir of the community, the fatherhood of men and things. Isaac was the second, and, at will of Ishmael, be relegated to also make the goatherd. Then, when Abraham was dead, Ishmael could hunt Sarah and her son, if only to get rid of an inheritance dispute, or in revenge for the fact that his mother had been given, no one knows what he wishes, to lie with his father. And then, finally, but that often is not the last of the reasons, there was a great round of interest on the heritage of Abraham, which, with the birthright of Ishmael, Sarah might not receive a penny, and perhaps even devote themselves to work for a living, at his age, and after making a child.
However, as the most beautiful stories, it all ended well. The Lord was moved by the fact that Hagar was dying in the desert with his son, and, although he had not sent a thunderbolt at them for Sarah inflicted that terrible sentence, granted to the condemned, and this time without angels or other intermediaries to find a source of water, as it sometimes appears to the dying in the desert oasis. So much so that were saved, mother and son. And this is another inscrutable opinion of the Lord, because by then saved that son of Abraham born Muslims. And yet what we see, that legacy has not yet been resolved. In the more you put in the meantime, to complicate matters, the alleged third child, a tramp named Jesus, who was preaching strange things, let him in those lands who knows which of the two children.
When the first pilgrims had finished speaking the others were watching in their own book of scriptures, as if looking riscontri.Intanto of the veiled woman began to sing, but her song was soon over, because it was taken by tears that do not contain the heart, and then the first pilgrim she sang to himself.
"The ancients remind us of its sad history, the ancient
condemned to their memory,
of how it was taken away from his land
married to a warrior in a war already lost.
As he wandered the deserts, he turned the whole earth
to search for the remains of man lost in war.
how to find the love in distant lands
as a pitcher get the water the fountains.
that she was condemned by the people then
no longer to be married, to have no more home,
her mercilessly, making sure death
for not being able to bury.
But the gods have mercy more human law
the gods turned into a fountain "
The first pilgrim raised his face, without looking at the veiled woman, because she was his concubine, and did not want this show in awe. Closing his hands on the book of scripture, he explained these words: When
undertaken this journey, I traveled through different places, people and customs hitherto unknown to me. I learned other words, way of saying hello or to share the bread, I felt to pray in other ways and shared prayer, although I kept in my heart and nights in the depths of the pure prayer of my heart, I learned from my teacher. When I arrived in this village and there was great excitement and great trepidation, I asked him what was going on. "A woman has been sentenced," he said, "and will be stoned to death, before sunset." I knew that word, for reading it in the books, but I was reminded of a teaching of my teacher 'who has not sinned cast the stone'. "What sin did this woman ever to an end so cruel?" I asked again,
"He had to reconstruct the remains of her husband, and killed because he had buried, and so his spirit could not rest, scattered in the deserts. But she could not, and his soul is now bound to him, and how he will wander restlessly. But we want to write that the soul is made in fragments, because only the material body to ensure that the fact is accomplished. Moreover, and this aggravates during those long years of her look, she also found love, perhaps more for support than for pleasure, in that long wandering. But our laws this serious. "
Pilgrims felt the book burning of the records in his hands, he could no longer keep in hand, and felt even more inwardly burn those words, heard the voice of the teacher summons, as in those years before, when he was still with him.
"If you sin through neglect or too much love, no one has attacked you, because many or perhaps all have sinned more. For what I've got my pardon is granted, as it is before me that you have conducted. Follow your peace "
My heart jumped like a lost lamb in a pasture. And then I cried, in that square, stranger, and perhaps saved only by the hospitality due to strangers, and denied even to your neighbors. "But this woman did not even sin! just could not! and who knows what troubles have prevented!
And if you loved it because she was not nothing left but love, to live. "
" If you want the judge, as we are doing, come along and see. "
The woman was sitting, tied so they do not move, the stones, such as stars or other celestial curse in those moments that present themselves could fall on her, like a bleating goat on a sacrificial pyre. I knew I did not have the strength of my master, the power of his voice to riscagliare back the stones, nor the belief of his wisdom to bring men to their thinking. But I saw in their eyes, and this was a cunning fox cautious thing left me by my teacher, I saw in their eyes listless, craving for entertainment, boredom, pleasure seeking, and someone who also sold olives to rot in rancid oil, to make some money that will, I saw money. in their eyes, everyone could prostitution be bought or sold, were poor and could not have desires that each of the equally poor possession envious of others. When the representative council of the village raised his hand for the first stone, I jumped up too, with his hand as high up, and shouted, "How much is the sin of this woman?" "Why do you want to know?" asked the representative "Because I deal with sins, buy them and sell them, and I was told that you also do this trade for the good of your homes ee pipeline of your families." The representative and ten, twelve advisors whispering a few minutes, then the representative said, "Consider it a shifty-eyed wife or a woman incapable, or worse a prostitute?" "Do you the highest price, and I'll pay that." It cost me one third of the caravan. I bought this body for the stones, and without ever having seen that face, that I was buying a life, then I could not even imagine. She came to me, out of gratitude, I had no woman, I was already old and not pretentious, I agreed to come to me, almost more than I for her, to feel grateful .. Then came to me with love. And since then, now, I learned to love. "
The fourth pilgrim got upset, left the banquet without saying goodbye. He was the youngest of the four, even though he now advanced in years, but the first pilgrim was the oldest, he was, for all, the direction of travel, what had begun, and others who joined him for his fame of wisdom.
Now this fourth pilgrim story filled with wonder! If nothing else.
Antonio
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