posted April 17, 2010 01:53 PM
A certain monk, who might have been known for his piety, had he been known to men, was followed in his walks one day by a small and excitable dog, more than eager to partake of his bread.Whenever the monk would put a piece of the bread to his mouth, the little thing would bark and beg, and turn restlessly in circles, as if simultaneously celebrating the appearance of the bread and desiring a taste for herself.
"This dog," thought the monk, as he tore a particularly soft and delicate morsel, -- this time, from the heart, -- of the golden loaf, and handed it to his appreciative company, "has no master. But, if I share my humble feast with her, she will take me for her master, and follow me."
So it is with us. We are without spiritual protection and nourishment in this world. But we have been fed from the hands of The Master, and followed him as faithfully as any dog. And, just as faithfully, Christ feeds and rewards our faith, and keeps us. All this, the monk thought, and knew, in his heart.
"So shall I keep and feed this little dog," he brightened, "and allow her to call me Master. So shall I be faithful to the example of my Lord."
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posted April 17, 2010 01:53 PM