June 2, 2006

This quote is shamelessly stolen from a poster called Beth, commenting on yet another of Slactivist’s many insightful posts on the Left Behind series:

There’s a Chasidic story about a simple soul who got lost in the woods one Sabbath afternoon. As afternoon turned to dusk, he became frantic. As a devout Jew, he was required to pray at sunset, but he had forgotten his prayer book and couldn’t remember a single prayer. Finally in desperation, he fell to his knees and said, “Oh Lord, I am only a simple man, and my brain is like a sieve. But You know everything, all of the prayers that were ever spoken, so I will recite the alphabet and you can put the letters in the right order.” It is said that of all the prayers God heard that evening, that one was his favorite.


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