Beautiful Sound

A man's car broke down as he was driving past a beautiful old
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monastery. He walked up the drive and knocked on the front door. A monk
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answered, listened to the man's story and graciously invited him to spend
the night.
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The monks fed the man and led him to a tiny chamber in which to sleep. The
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man thanked the monks and slept serenely until he was awakened by a
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strange and beautiful sound.
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The next morning, as the monks were repairing his car, he asked about the
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sound that had woke him.
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"We're sorry," the monks said. "We can't tell you about the sound.
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You're not a monk."
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The man was disappointed, but eager to be gone, so he thanked the
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monks for their kindness and went on his way. During quiet moments afterward,
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the man pondered the source of the alluring sound. Several years later the
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man happened to be driving in the same area He stopped at the monastery on a
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whim and asked admittance. He explained to the monks that he had so enjoyed
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his previous stay, he wondered if he might be permitted to spend another
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night under their peaceful roof The monks agreed, and so the man stayed with
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them again.
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Late that night, he heard the strange beautiful sound. The following morning
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he begged the monks to explain the sound. The monks gave him the same answer
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as before.
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"We're sorry. We can't tell you about the sound. You're not a monk."
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By now the man's curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to give up
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everything and become a monk, for that was the only way he could learn about
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the sound. He informed the monks of his decision and began the long and
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arduous task of becoming a monk. Seventeen years later, the man was
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finally established as a true member of the order.
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When the celebration ended, he humbly went to the leader of the order and
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asked to be told the source of the sound.
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Silently, the old monk led the new monk to a huge wooden door. He opened
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the door with a golden key. That door swung open to reveal a second door of
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silver, then a third of gold and so on until they had passed through twelve
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doors, each more magnificent than the last. The new monk's face was awash
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with tears of joy as he finally beheld the wondrous source of the beautiful
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mysterious sound he had heard so many years before..........
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But, I can't tell you what it was. You're not a monk. aaaarrrrrggggghhh
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John 6:37 - - - Anyone who comes to me I will in no way reject

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