Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2011

... and God created the mother!

When I started this blog one of the texts I had chosen to post was Coelho's story in Greek as it was a gift to me from my daughters.
Today I found the English version via Facebook from the author's blog: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/05/08/character-of-the-week-the-mother/

I was surprised by the fact that he calls the angel as female...

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of “overtime” when an angel appeared and said:
“You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?

* She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
* Have 180 movable parts… all replaceable;
* Run on black coffee and leftovers;
* Have a lap that disappears when she stands up;
* A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair;
* And six pairs of hands.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands… no way.”

“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.

The Lord nodded.
“One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kids doing in there?’
“Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know.
“And of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, ’I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”

“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Go to bed. Tomorrow…”

“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick
“…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger
“… and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.

“But she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can she think?”

“Not only can she think, but she can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
“There’s a leak,” she said. “I told You were trying to push too much into this model.”

“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”

“What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”

And the Mother was created – a work of genius.

Monday, August 16, 2010

unanswered questions, by P. Coelho, the googliest

Climbing up a track in the Pyrenees in search of somewhere to practice archery, I came upon a small French army camp, where I met a colonel who asks me if I am the writer. And then, getting over his almost visible shyness, he tells me that he too has written a book and begins to explain me the curious genesis of his work.

He and his wife made donations for a leper child who originally lived in India but was later transferred to France. One fine day, curious to meet the little girl, they went to the convent where the nuns took care of the child. One of the nuns asked if he would help in the spiritual education of the group of children who lived there. Jean Paul Sétau (the officer’s name) said that he had no experience teaching the catechism but that he would give it some thought and ask God what he should do.

That night, after saying his prayers, he heard the answer: “instead of offering answers, try to find out what the children want to ask.”

From then on Sétau had the idea of visiting several schools, asking children for the questions to be put in writing, so that the more timid among the pupils would lose their fear of exposing themselves.

Here are some of them:

Where do we go after we die?

Why are we afraid of strangers?

Are there extra-terrestrial beings?

Why do accidents happen even to people who believe in God?

Why are we born, if in the end we die?

Who invented war and happiness?

Does the Lord also listen to those who do not believe in the same (Catholic) God?

Why are there poor and sick people?

Why did God create mosquitoes and flies?

Why isn’t the guardian angel close by when we are sad?

Why do we love some people and hate others?

Who gave names to the colors?

If God is in heaven and my mother is up there too because she died, how can He be alive?

I hope that some teachers or parents who read feel stimulated to do the same thing. In that way, instead of trying to impose our adult understanding of the universe, we will end up remembering some of our questions as children – and which were never really answered.

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Friday, October 2, 2009

ΚΑΙ Ο ΘΕΟΣ ΕΠΛΑΣΕ ΤΗ ΜΗΤΕΡΑ

Ο Θεός κάλεσε τον πιο αγαπημένο του άγγελο και του παρουσίασε ένα πρότυπο μητέρας. Στον άγγελο δεν άρεσε αυτό που είδε.
- Εργαστήκατε πολύ, Κύριε, δεν ξέρετε πλέον τι κάνετε, είπε ο άγγελος. Κοιτάξτε! Φιλί ειδικό, που θεραπεύει όλες τις αρρώστιες, έξι ζευγάρια χέρια για να μαγειρεύει, να πλένει, να σιδερώνει, να φροντίζει, να ελέγχει, να καθαρίζει. Δεν θα δουλέψει!
- Το πρόβλημα δεν είναι τα χέρια, αντέτεινε ο Θεός. Είναι τα τρια ζευγάρια μάτια που χρειάστηκε να βάλω: ένα για να βλέπει το παιδί τηςπίσω από κλειστές πόρτες και να το προστατεύει από ανοιχτά παράθυρα, ένα άλλο για να το κοιτάζει με αυστηρότητα όταν πρέπει να του μάθει κάτι ουσιώδες και το τρίτο για να του δείχνει διαρκώς τρυφερότητα και αγάπη, όση δουλειά κι αν έχει εκείνη!
Ο άγγελος εξέτασε το πρότυπο της μητέρας πιο προσεκτικά.
- Κι αυτό τι είναι;
- Ένας μηχανισμός αυτοθεραπείας. Δεν θα έχει χρόνο να αρρωσταίνει.
- Νομίζω ότι πρέπει να ξεκουραστείτε λίγο, Κύριε, είπε ο άγγελος. Και να επιστρέψετε στο κλασσικό πρότυπο με τα δύο χέρια, τα δύο μάτια κ.λ.π.
Ο Θεός συμφώνησε με τον άγγελο. Αφού ξεκουράστηκε, μεταμόρφωσε τη μητέρα σε κανονική γυναίκα. Εξομολογήθηκε όμως στον άγγελο:
- Χρειάστηκε να της δώσω μια τόσο δυνατή θέληση, ώστε να νομίζει ότι θα έχει έξι χέρια, τρία ζευγάρια μάτια και ικανότητα αυτοθεραπείας. Αλλιώς δεν θα καταφέρει να εκπληρώσει το καθήκον της.
Ο άγγελος την εξέτασε από κοντά. Κατά τη γνώμη του, αυτή φορά ο Θεός είχε πετύχει. Ξαφνικά όμως πρόσεξε ένα λάθος:
- Αδειάζει. Αναρωτιέμαι, Κύριε, μήπως βάλατε ξανά υπερβολικά πολλά πράγματα σ' αυτό το πρότυπο μητέρας!
- Δεν αδειάζει. Αυτό ονομάζεται δάκρυ.
- Και σε τι χρησιμεύει;
- Για να δείχνει χαρά, λύπη, απογοήτευση, πόνο, θυμό, ενθουσισμό!
- Κύριε, είστε μεγαλοφυία! αναφώνησε ο άγγελος. Ακριβώς αυτό ήταν που έλειπε για να συμπληρωθεί το πρότυπο.
Ο Θεός πρόσθεσε με ύφος μελαγχολικό:
- Δεν το έβαλα εγώ. Όταν συναρμολόγησα όλα τα μέρη, το δάκρυ εμφανίστηκε από μόνο του.