Now if only I had almost forgotten this cute little story here to post. She was part of the service, I have visited Carnival Sunday. The theme was "My friend, the clown."
The praying jugglers
There once was a juggler, who went dancing and jumping from place to place, until he was tired of the unsettled life . Then he surrendered all his possessions and entered the monastery at Clairvaux one. But because he had spent his life up there with jumping, dancing and cartwheels, his life of the monks was a stranger, and he did not speak a prayer or to sing a Psalter.
He walked silently, and when he saw how everyone seemed knowledgeable of prayer, of religious books read and the choir sang the Mass, he stood by shame: Oh, he alone, he could not. "What am I doing here?" he said to himself, "I do not pray and can not take my word. I'm here useless and not worthy of the robe, the one dressed me."
In his grief he escaped one day when the bell rang for the Liturgy, secluded in a chapel. "If I can not even pray with the Convention the monks, "he said to himself," so I will do but what I can. "Rasch brushed it off the monk's robe and stood there in his colorful coat, in which he had roamed as a juggler. And while the high chorus Psalm chants waft, it starts with body and soul to dance back and forth, left and right around. Sometimes he goes on his hands through the chapel, sometimes he flips in the air and jump the wildest dances to praise God . How long and choral prayers of the monks takes, he dances constantly, until it verschlägt of respiratory failure and the members of their service.
A monk but he was followed by a window and had his dance jumps watched and secretly brought the abbot. The next day this was the brother to Himself. The poor man was terrified and believed deeply that he should be punished for the missed prayer. So he fell down before the abbot and said, "I know, that is not here I stay I will move out of free will and bear with patience the restlessness of the road again.." But bowed to the abbot of him, kissed him and asked him to stand up for him and all the monks to God: "In your dance you have honored God with heart and soul of us, however, may he forgive all the trite words that come from the lips. without sending them our heart. "
From: Hubertus Halbfaß: The jump in the well. A School of Prayer)
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