One day, a countryman knocked hard on a monastery door. When the monk tending the gates opened up, he was given a magnificent bunch of grapes.
“Brother, these are the finest my vineyard has produced. I’ve come to bear them as a gift.”
“Thank you! I will take them to the Abbot immediately, he’ll be delighted with this offering.”
“No! I brought them for you.”
“For me?” The monk blushed, for he didn’t think he deserved such a fine gift of nature.
“Yes!” insisted the man. “For whenever I knock on the door, it is you opens it. When I needed help because the crop was destroyed by drought, you gave me a piece of bread and a cup of wine every day. I hope this bunch of grapes will bring you a little of the sun’s love, the rain’s beauty and the miracle of God, for it is He who made it grow so fine.”
The monk held the grapes and spent the entire morning admiring its beauty. But rather than eating the grapes, he decided to deliver the gift to the Abbot, who had always encouraged him with words of wisdom. Continue reading


