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ROFL!
David L.
Ben Franklin: "Only a
virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt, they have
more need of masters."
The Monk
A man's car broke down as he was
driving past a beautiful, old monastery. He walked up the
drive and
knocked on the front door of the monastery.
A monk answered, listened to
the man's
story and graciously invited him to spend the night.
The
monks fed the man and led him to a tiny chamber in which to sleep. The man
thanked the
monks and slept serenely until he was awakened by a strange
sound. The next morning, as the
monks repaired his car, he asked about the
sound that woke him. The monks said, "We're sorry.
We can't tell you about
the sound. You're not a monk."
The man was disappointed, but eager to
be gone, so he thanked the monks for their kindness and went on his way.
During quiet moments afterward, the man pondered the source of the alluring
sound.
Several years later, the man was driving in the same area. He
stopped at the monastery on a whim and asked admittance. He explained to the
monks that he had so enjoyed his previous stay, he wondered if he might be
permitted to spend another night under
their peaceful roof.
The
monks agreed and the man stayed.
Late that night, he heard the sound.
The next morning, he begged the monks to explain the
sound. The monks
said, "We're sorry. We can't tell you about the sound. You're not a monk."
By now, the man's curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to
give up everything and
become a monk if that was the only way to learn
about the sound. He informed the monks of
his decision and began the long
and arduous task of becoming a monk.
Seventeen years later, the man
was finally established as a true member of the order. When
the
celebration ended, he humbly went to the leader of the order and asked to be
told the source of the sound.
Silently, the old monk led the new monk
to a huge wooden door. He opened the door with a golden key. That door swung
open to reveal a second door of silver, then a third of gold and so on until
they had passed through twelve doors, each more magnificent than the last.
The new monk's face was awash with tears of joy as he finally beheld
the wondrous source of the mysterious sound he had heard so many years before.
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But,
I can't tell you what it was. You're not a monk.
Greg Hopper
"Why is it that our children can't
read a Bible in school, but they can
in
prison?"
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