The fruit of the word

A monk took his disciples to a garden to teach them a wise lesson, his disciples despite their age were serious young people, for this reason, their teacher got all their attention, he took them to the garden and once there he guided them to a great apple tree sat in his shade and urged his young companions to follow suit.

-This, as you already know, -the old man began -it is my tree.-Teacher -exclaimed one of them without being able to hide his emotion- he will give us a tree -he asked happily and how not everyone in the monastery knew that in the monastery, there was an orchard special where each monk was assigned a tree this was cared for individually by the person mentioned above.

The garden did not have herbs or decorative flowers this land was specially set aside for trees with seeds that bear fruit, said fruits according to rumors seemed to have a great revelation that would only be granted to the tree's caretaker at the time of consumption.

Someone other than the designated caretaker could eat the fruit but nothing would happen, also only the elderly were considered for great honor and responsibility, for this reason, the fact that they were considered to take care of a garden tree even despite their young age certainly it was a reason to be excited.

The laughter of their teacher did not wait-hahaha, today's young people are ahead of their time, hahaha-their laughter continued, this expression achieved both boys visibly discouraged. -But-continued the older monk-it is true that they are going to receive something-and like a flower looking for the sun they both straightened and turned in his direction giving him their full attention.

"You will receive," he said emotionally, playing with expectations. "A seed," the old man exclaimed happily when he saw his minors get discouraged once again, his joy was greater "seriously the younger generation is very funny" were his thoughts, commiserating with they proceeded to explain.

-You both know that each tree is cared for by a specific person, right? -the pupils agreed, satisfied with his answer, the monk continued-care is essential to receive the much-desired revelation, for this reason, we give seeds to Our highest-ranking initiates to care for and nurture the seed which will become the tree that will bear the much-desired fruit of revelation, the latter depends on the care you give it, so be careful.

When he finished pronouncing these words the teacher got up and left a couple of perplexed boys with a lot of work and little time with a lot of information to process and a couple of shovels because they had to dig, they could do nothing more than follow the instructions and begin to work.

Time passed and the then young people were seeing their prompt reward because their trees had borne their respective fruits. It was time to reap the harvest. The long-awaited revelation was even closer than they ever imagined, although two large and robust trees grew so similar that could be brothers.

The shape and color of its fruits could not differ more if one of them gave a green fruit when splitting it in half, its caretaker noticed that it was sour - the young man in charge of that tree twisted his nose in disgust the Revelation would be bitter for him when he tasted it tasted as bad as he imagined.

On the other hand, the fruit given by the other tree looked the color of sunset, for the most part, it had yellow and green spots dotted in several parts in the same way that his partner the young man split the fruit in half and although it did not look so As unappetizing as the one cultivated by his companion, it was split in half and revealed that the bitter taste did not go unpunished.

Chewing both with difficulty due to the bitterness, a whisper from the wind came to them as thought the lthoughited new knowledge- "from your words the seed that was given to you on that occasion was fed, for that reason today no you complain about the taste "- what a bitter revelation.

The end

Proverb 18:20

Each one will eat the fruit of their words until they are tired