It was just after World War II, in the foothills of Yorkshire, that there was a Friar by the name of Thomas. On this morning, Friar Thomas went into the hills above the Abbey like he normally did, to pray. It was a cold, blustery, fall day, so he did have his winter coat on, but there was something else in the air too. It was unusual……almost like electricity.
He sat on the wooden bench, like he normally did, but the wind only increased so he decided to make his prayers short, and hoped he would be forgiven. Was that singing he heard? It was distant……but it was there for sure.
Suddenly a small whirlwind began in front of him, which became larger, and then larger still, as the wind intensified, into almost a roar. His heart beat wildly, and he was about to run back down the hill, when he heard a voice calling his name, “Friar Thomas………Friar Thomas……..” It was the voice of a woman, a confident woman, was that a face he was seeing? “I’m here”, he said.
The strangest thing was, that the wind was still roaring, but he could not here it now, he could only hear the voice of the woman. Was it the Virgin? He could not tell. She spoke again, “Friar Thomas….. why do you hate the poor?” He stumbled over his words, “I don’t….. hate anyone, I’m a Friar!” But the voice in the wind said once again, “Friar Thomas……why do you hate the poor?” He hesitated, “Well…..I try……it’s true I’m not as compassionate as I should be……” The voice in the wind said for the third time now, “Friar Thomas…….why do you hate the poor?”
He was undone. It was true, he despised people that had nothing. He closed his eyes now, realizing he had been carrying a horrible pride and hatred around for years. He sank to his knees, and wept for the first time in a long time. He opened his eyes, was about to say something…. but the whirlwind was gone.
To be continued.
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