Monday, October 4, 2010

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THE PARABLE OF THE WOLF

One day Jesus went to Jerusalem and crossed the esplanade of the temple. With him were James and John. When people saw him, surrounded him, and he saw that there were many Pharisees, and some leaders of the city and they were talking among themselves, he stopped and sat on the steps of the staircase of the temple. Meanwhile the crowd increased and praised the name of God "These people - told the two disciples - did not need the words that I utter." Then he stood up and said: "A wolf was hungry, very hungry. Not eaten for days and had been rejected by everyone because they considered dangerous. One day he bumped into an old house and felt that the smell came from it milk and cheese. Wolves do not like milk and cheese, but having a terrible hunger, he said: "I will wait that the master out of the house. I intrufolerò in the store and eat what they find. "Crouched in the bushes and waited until the farmer came out. As soon as they came out, four went to the farm four. He looked to his right, then looked to his left. There was no one nor heard suspicious noises. He wandered around the house, sniffing here and there, and verified that the only way to enter the warehouse was through an iron grate. He was thin and we passed. Without thinking twice, passed through the iron grating. Entered, you I find the bendiddio: cheese at will, milk, scamorza, mozzarella. There he threw himself headlong and plunder. He ate a lot, to the point of bursting. Then, sated, dozed off. While sleeping, he returned to the owner. The wolf was awakened by the noise of the wagon and tried to escape, but, having eaten in stitches, he was unable to get out of the grate through which he had entered. The owner grabbed him and killed him. I say these things because they know that greed, all greed, leads to death. "After hearing these words, the Pharisees and the leaders of the people they left in a hurry. The people, however, began to praise the name of the Lord.


Copyright 2010 Salvatore Bernocco

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