With closed eyes he
followed a pre - defined in your mind. After months of study and testing could
finally run that presentation that craved. Spoke with the certainty of repetition,
with the certainty of the text nicely decorated. And with the right hand raised
to the heavens holding a bible chanted sermon written by him and previously
approved by his superiors. Noted that among the indifferent passers passers by
its presentation, a few people stopped and sat on benches or on the grass of
the garden that municipal square and yielded him the attention he demanded. Eyes
half open found this development , because I was there talking flies since
eight o'clock in the morning , reciting , singing , and calling the people
passing to hear ' the word of the Lord ' that he presented . Chosen a small
rise concrete where was the brass bust of a large Brazilian philosopher, and a
plaque that read the words: "Believing is easier than thinking. So there
are more believers than thinkers." Smiled lightly mocking irony of this meeting,
and while covering the bust and concealed blasphemy that thought he heard a
voice that rebuked:
- What is causing
this crime knew? Spoke a young tattooed as he scratched his shaggy goatee
analyzing the scene.
- Outside boy! Go
back to the darkness of your world. Replied the man of faith adjusting the
mantle of his church on the bust of metal. The boy took a picture with her cell phone and went away angry. Nothing hinder his preaching!
Thought smiling at a Catholic church a few meters it was presented.
It was a hot
morning of Wednesday, wearing a cheap suit of black color which made him sweat,
the collar of the white shirt without a tie closed until the last button,
formed moisture stains of sweat. Sometimes the air felt heavy and a difficulty
in breathing and the index finger more than once, tried to loosen his collar
leaving the neck free to breathe. At this point he paused, placed the Bible he
carried over a black leather suitcase that was at his feet, and bought a bottle
of water from a sitting to walking also paid attention to his words. He took
out a coin to pay for the drink, but the walking declined, thanked him with a:
- Thank you brother! Looked pleased as he drank around, your audience increased
considerably, the shepherds would be there soon, and could see how he was doing
well in his last test for pastoral leader. Barely contained satisfaction, as
now formed a small crowd around him. He was enlightened! For dozens of strange
eyes sought his words guidance and consolation to the challenges of hard life.
Suddenly left the
bottle of water falling frightened, when among those unknown eyes noticed that
his wife and daughter remained compassionate standing at a distance, with sad
looks directed at him. It was not possible! Because the two were at home locked
in the room with their throats cut! Played on the floor amid a huge puddle of
gore. Had this vision in mind, it had been watching them throughout the night,
sitting on a small stool beside their cold bodies. He was in a suit and dozed
with his head arched back, when the clock told him it was time for their
commitment and left home, coming straight to the square.
I was terribly
frightened at the sight, and more than once have cold hands of terror in his
eyes half open by the force of the midday sun approaching. Rubbed once, twice ,
causing the sweat hot sunny day to mix with the cold sweat the night of the
murder , But as the apparitions still insist on staying there with sad looks
static , dropped away from them and ducked to pick up your Bible , but she 's
gone! Was not on top of his suitcase, and not on the floor! People around you
approached him even more, around a circle formed nearly a hundred odd people
who charged him with hungry eyes acalentadoras his words, they did not talk,
not voice, not in words which might be heard by ordinary people. But he clearly
heard the cry of your request:
- Speak! More!
More! Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths inert skirt no sound, but his mind
still listened to them, the clamor was louder.
- More, more! We
want more!
- I cannot! Without
my Bible I can not ... Help me, where is my bible someone saw? The question was
lost in the void that ignorant mob that surrounded him closer. In desperation,
remembered the valise the opening wildly. Neither looked inside, began to worry
about their safety. Now more than a hundred strangers around him were a few
meters away and there were so many that we could not see anything around you.
In their faces empty of emotion, expressionless eyes thirsty words, the hunger
of their faith and that consumed pastor threw the weight of their desires and
hopes.
When his hand
touched something, could feel the Bible with your fingers. But to cut it noticed
the sleeve of his suit dirty in a hot liquid, dripping hands and bible itself
as immersed in blood! Terrified realized that people were too close and he
could not scream, they played as if trying to tear a piece, and their crooked
mouths formed an evil grin.
- More! More!
Listened as the crowd tore her hair and bit his ears, tore their clothes amid
hunger of his words. Her daughter was in front, inert, embraced with bible; his
eyes were sad, serious, but pious. Turned listening to Mother calls her away,
to the despair of his father.
- No! I need her
deliver me my Bible! Shouted a last flash of consciousness , because the mob of
fanatics among his muffled cries , he tore his eyes and ate the flesh of your
body , because your search for salvation had become insane and needed to be
satiated.
Far away indifferent Mother and daughter looked
at each other smiling as they walked quietly with intact bible in his hands,
followed far from the evangelical pastor in a way totally opposite to the
square of the Catholic Church, followed by a path full of flowers sun-drenched
blessed through day, which rose in the distance a mysterious celestial library.
The two followed towards distant awareness of human wisdom. - Sidney Leal
