In ancient Rome, at the time of Emperor
Tiberius, there lived a good man who had two sons. One was in the military, and
had been sent to the most distant regions of the empire. The other son was a
poet, and delighted all of Rome with his beautiful verses.
One night, the father had a dream. An angel appeared to him, and told him that
the words of one of his sons would be learned and repeated throughout the world
for all generations to come. The father woke from his dream grateful and
crying, because life was generous, and had revealed to him something any father
would be proud to know.
Shortly thereafter, the father died as he tried to save a child who was about
to be crushed by the wheels of a chariot. He then met the angel that had
appeared in his dream in the Heaven.
"You were always a good man," the angel said to him. "You lived
your life in a loving way, and died with dignity. I can now grant you any wish
you desire."
"Life was good to me", the man said. "When you appeared in my
dream, I felt that all my efforts had been rewarded, because my son's poems
will be read by men for generations to come. I don't want anything for myself.
But any father would be proud of the fame achieved by one whom he had cared for
as a child, and educated as he grew up. Sometime in the distant future, I would
like to see my son's words."
The angel touched the man's shoulder, and they were both projected far into the
future. They were in an immense setting, surrounded by thousands of people
speaking a strange language.
The man wept with happiness.
"I know that my son's poems were immortal," he said to the angel
through his tears. "Can you tell me which of my son's poems these people
are repeating?"
The angel came closer to the man, and, with tenderness, led him to a bench
nearby, where they sat down.
"The verses of your son who was the poet were very popular in Rome,"
the angel said. "Everyone loved them and enjoyed them. But when the reign
of Tiberius ended, his poems were forgotten. The words you're hearing now are
those of your son in the military."
The man looked at the angel in surprise.
"Your son went to serve at a distant place, and became a centurion. He was
just and good. One afternoon, one of his servants fell ill, and it appeared
that he would die. Your son had heard of a rabbi who was able to cure
illnesses, and he rode out for days and days in search of this man. Along the
way, he learned that the man he was seeking was the Son of God. He met others
who had been cured by him, and they instructed your son in the man's teachings.
And so, despite the fact that he was a Roman centurion, he converted to their
faith. Shortly thereafter, he reached the place where the man he was looking
for was visiting."
"He told the man that one of his servants was gravely ill, and the rabbi
made ready to go to his house with him. But the centurion was a man of faith,
and looking into the eye of the rabbi, he knew that he was surely in the
presence of the Son of God."
"And this is what your son said," the angel told the man. "These
are the words he said to the rabbi at that point, and they have never been
forgotten: 'My Lord, I am not worthy that you
should come under my roof. But only speak a word and my servant will be
healed.' "