The Tale of the Storm

I recently journeyed to the Holy Land. It is a wondrous place, my friends! You all must go there if you are able, for it has brought me closer to God than almost anything else has, and it surely will for you as well! At any rate, what I truly wish to recount to you today is the tale of what happened after. On my voyage home from the Holy Land, a great storm came over the ship I was taking. The sailors aboard were terrified, but I was calmed but my recent experiences in the land of the chosen. I sunk to my knees and prayed for God to lift the storm, and it came to pass. The skies cleared and I felt the light of God shine upon me. It was truly a miracle of miracles.

The Tale of the Butcher

Today, I came across a most disturbing sight: a butcher who had ensnared three children into a terrible trap. Luring them into his shop, he slaughtered them and baked them into meat pies! Upon entering his shop, I knew right away that something was amiss. Upon discovering his horrible crime, I fell to my knees and prayed to the Lord that the children be resurrected. Suddenly, a great light filled the room, and the meat pies broke open to reveal three perfectly healthy children. I turned the ghastly butcher into the authorities and escorted the children to safety. It is truly amazing; the wonders that God can do!

The Tale of the Sailors

Over the last month or so, my town has suffered a terrible famine. We had not had enough food to go around for quite some time when a group of sailors carrying a cargo full of wheat stopped in our port. I approached them and asked for a portion of their wheat to give to the townspeople, but they said that they were concerned about bringing less wheat to their destination than was promised. I told them that if they were to give wheat to the town, I would ensure that they measured up at the next weighing station. They were so generous that they gave us TWO YEARS' supply of wheat! I prayed to God that the sailors would be compensated for such a generous act. Surely enough, when they reached their destination, they weighed up perfectly at the station. The Lord had blessed them and refilled their vessel of all the wheat they had spared to us. That is the grace and power of God.

The Tale of Three Daughters

Recently, I met a man who had three daughters, but who was too poor to afford their dowries. In the absence of any other means of wealth, the daughters would have to sell themselves to the night: to become prostitutes. I simply couldn't let it happen. I threw three bags of gold down the man's chimney, and they all landed into the stockings of the three daughters, which had been hung up to dry. The gold was more than enough to pay for the dowries, and, by giving it in secret, I spared them the shame of having to publicly beg the church for funds. The man found me and thanked me for my generosity, but I merely told him that only God was worthy of thanks, not myself; it is through His light that I do what I do, after all.