One for all

“I have come across such families in which some grandmother, dried up, lies to herself - like a dandelion. Grandchildren, great-grandchildren love her. She eats like a bird. He will bite something and lie with a book, read. There are some psalms. Something purrs to himself. And everyone "runs" around.

Children to study. Great-grandchildren - to the kindergarten. Those have business. Those - to rest. Everyone is doing well. Everyone loves grandmother. Grandmother lies, does nothing to anyone in principle - neither good nor bad. Just lying with a book.

Then the grandmother dies. They sing her funeral service. They bury her. They make “nine days” along it, then “forty days”. And by the fortieth day, grandchildren and children come and talk. “Something in our life is all skewed. Something our business is not "dancing". Something we all got sick. Something we all quarreled with. And it seems that my grandmother was holding us on her shoulders - everyone. "

This "dandelion of God", this "sparrow in bed", he - with this book in his hands, held everyone on his shoulders. But they think that "we are all so smart." "I created my own business because I am so smart." “And I am such a great designer, artist - because I have great talent. Europe cries for me. I will soon be torn off with my hands. "

They all think that they are all such geniuses. And this genius has different roots. Just some saint, and you seem useless, a person prays for you. And that's it. "

Archpriest Andrei Tkachev