There sat a man not ten feet in font me. His hair was snow white and skin so deathly pale. In his lap he held a book with both hands clutched on either side and a cane to his right. I watched as a single tear was shed and hit the surface of the book. He began to shake and stopped abruptly. This made me uneasy and concerned. Still I was unwilling to turn the old man away for when I was in his presence I felt at peace. Peace that I didn't believe I could ever feel again.
He look up at me and as I met him eye to eye I saw that they were milk white. The man was blind, yet I felt as though he saw all my conviction and all my sin. He smiled like it didn't matter. I laughed not because I thought it was ridiculous to see one's past mistakes and dismiss them. No, I felt over-whelmed with joy due to the reassurance that he choose not to judge. He opened his mouth to speak, yet there were no teeth. His mouth began to move and words began to form. Every sentence penetrated my ears. He spoke Latin the only language he ever knew, and I completely understood. He said: "Hundreds of millions have read this book here in my lab, yet most never finish. Should you choose to open it I promise that it will bring you salvation and peace of mind as you face you're impending trials and tribulations. However it is not the ambiguous text that shall save you. No, it is more much more then either of us will ever be able to understand." Thousands of questions ran through my mind, but they were all dismissed. I wanted to tell him that I was beyond salvation, that I could not be saved, yet when I was in the presence of this man I felt that I had a chance.
As soon as he was done talking he stood up straight with his hands still on either side of the book. He walked towards me without the assistance of his cane. His movements we elegant and gentle as if he never needed it all, yet it still took him longer then usual to reach me. I walked as close as I could get, yet the bars of my steel imprisonment restricted me from hugging the old man. He turned the book vertical so that it might fit through the bars. I retrieved it with a bit of amazement of how heavy it was. He shook is head in a positive notion and smiled once more. Without any words spoken he returned to his chair picked up his cane and the guard escorted him out. "Thank you dad", I whispered to myself as a single tear ran down off my cheek and fell on the book. I walked over to my cot, lied down, and I thought of my dad. Before today I had not seen the old man in 50 years, and after noticing his condition I might not ever see him again. Without looking at the title I opened to book and began to read.[/center]
He look up at me and as I met him eye to eye I saw that they were milk white. The man was blind, yet I felt as though he saw all my conviction and all my sin. He smiled like it didn't matter. I laughed not because I thought it was ridiculous to see one's past mistakes and dismiss them. No, I felt over-whelmed with joy due to the reassurance that he choose not to judge. He opened his mouth to speak, yet there were no teeth. His mouth began to move and words began to form. Every sentence penetrated my ears. He spoke Latin the only language he ever knew, and I completely understood. He said: "Hundreds of millions have read this book here in my lab, yet most never finish. Should you choose to open it I promise that it will bring you salvation and peace of mind as you face you're impending trials and tribulations. However it is not the ambiguous text that shall save you. No, it is more much more then either of us will ever be able to understand." Thousands of questions ran through my mind, but they were all dismissed. I wanted to tell him that I was beyond salvation, that I could not be saved, yet when I was in the presence of this man I felt that I had a chance.
As soon as he was done talking he stood up straight with his hands still on either side of the book. He walked towards me without the assistance of his cane. His movements we elegant and gentle as if he never needed it all, yet it still took him longer then usual to reach me. I walked as close as I could get, yet the bars of my steel imprisonment restricted me from hugging the old man. He turned the book vertical so that it might fit through the bars. I retrieved it with a bit of amazement of how heavy it was. He shook is head in a positive notion and smiled once more. Without any words spoken he returned to his chair picked up his cane and the guard escorted him out. "Thank you dad", I whispered to myself as a single tear ran down off my cheek and fell on the book. I walked over to my cot, lied down, and I thought of my dad. Before today I had not seen the old man in 50 years, and after noticing his condition I might not ever see him again. Without looking at the title I opened to book and began to read.[/center]
"Book 1: Genesis"
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