Paulo Coelho is one of my sages.
He told this story
A priest from the Church of the Resurrection in Copacabana was patiently waiting his turn to buy some meat at the supermarket when a woman tried to jump the queue.
A stream of verbal insults burst forth from the other customers, and the woman responded with equal vehemence. Just as the situation was beginning to get out of hand, someone called out: ‘Hey, lady, God loves you!’
‘It was amazing,’ the priest told me. ‘At a moment when everyone was thinking about hate, someone spoke of love. All the ferment disappeared as if by magic. The woman walked back to her rightful place in the queue, and the other customers apologised for having reacted so aggressively.’
I think this story is touching to me because I saw my grandfather do this often, and I saw first hand how immediately it effects people.
Just imagine how you and everyone around you would benefit if you were the anonomous person who yells out ” Hey! God loves you.” without any furhter dilution or explanation.
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