The Story of Tea

In ancient times, tea was not known outside China. Rumours of its existence had reached the wise and the unwise of other countries, and each tried to find out what it was in accordance with what he wanted or what he thought it should be.
The King of Inja ('here') sent an embassy to China, and they were given tea by the Chinese Emperor. But, since they saw that the peasants drank it too, they concluded that it was not fit for their royal master: and, furthermore, that the Chinese Emperor was trying to deceive them, passing off some other substance for the celestial drink.
The greatest philosopher of Anja ('there') collected all the information he could about tea, and concluded that it must be a substance which existed but rarely, and was of another order than anything then known. For was it not referred to as being a herb, a water, green, black, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet?
In the countries of Koshish and Bebinem, for centuries the people tested all the herbs they could find. Many were poisoned, all were disappointed. For nobody had brought the tea-plant to their lands, and thus they could not find it. They also drank all the liquids which they could find, but to no avail.
In the territory of Mazhab ('Sectarianism') a small bag of tea was carried in procession before the people as they went on their religious observances. Nobody thought of tasting it: indeed, nobody knew how. All were convinced that the tea itself had a magical quality. A wise man said: 'Pour upon it boiling water, ye ignorant ones!' They hanged him and nailed him up, because to do this, according to their belief, would mean the destruction of their tea. This showed that he was an enemy of their religion.
Before he died, he had told his secret to a few, and they managed to obtain some tea and drink it secretly. When anyone said: 'What are you doing?' they answered: 'It is but medicine which we take for a certain disease.'
And so it was throughout the world. Tea had actually been seen growing by some, who did not recognize it. It had been given to others to drink, but they thought it the beverage of the common people. It had been in the possession of others, and they worshipped it. Outside China, only a few people actually drank it, and those covertly.
Then came a man of knowledge, who said to the merchants of tea, and the drinkers of tea, and to others: 'He who tastes, knows. He who tastes not, knows not. Instead of talking about the celestial beverage, say nothing, but offer it at your banquets. Those who like it will ask for more. Those who do not, will show that they are not fitted to be tea-drinkers. Close the shop of argument and mystery. Open the teahouse of experience.'
The tea was brought from one stage to another along the Silk Road, and whenever a merchant carrying jade or gems or silk would pause to rest, he would make tea, and offer it to such people as were near him, whether they were aware of the repute of tea or not. This was the beginning of the Chaikhanas, the teahouses which were established all the way from Peking to Bokhara and Samarkand. And those who tasted, knew.
At first, mark well, it was only the great and the pretended men of wisdom who sought the celestial drink and who also exclaimed: 'But this is only dried leaves!' or: 'Why do you boil water, stranger, when all I want is the celestial drink?', or yet again: 'How do I know that this is? Prove it to me. Besides the colour of the liquid is not golden, but ochre!'
When the truth was known, and when the tea was brought for all who would taste, the roles were reversed, and the only people who said things like the great and intelligent had said were the absolute fools. And such is the case to this day.

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So why have I posted an article about tea? This is a time of conflict, of men killing their brother and sister humans. In Gaza, and all of the Holy Land, in Darfur, in all parts of the world men in the name of faith, God, this belief or that belief are striking out at others. Some are dying. Some are hungry. And in all parts of the world there is suffering. Even those causing the suffering are suffering.

So what is the solution? We must return to prayer. We must calm the passion and die to the world. It is not my solution, but the solution Christ taught us as He continues to walk with us.

Boil some water. Brew some tea. Sit quietly with your tea and listen to God, for it is in the quiet, and only in the quiet that we hear the voice of God. Then turn your voice to God and pray.
This is very nice - I appreciate your comments here about this post, and will be taking tea today. :)
In is not just in having tea, but also the time we brew it, the time we set slowly drinking it. It is a time to listen the the quiet which surrounds us. And in those moments we discover that God speaks in the surrounding silence. some would say that it is an act of prayer. And to often when we pray, we are only asking God for what we think we want or need at the moment. But we need to also hear what God wants of us. We need to do less talking and more listening.
i can not feel that that there would be far less suffering and killing in the world if we listen to the voices of God, and then tried with all our strength and the help of the Holy Spirit to do His will.

In some acts, in small mindful acts we hear from our maker and learn to follow Him. May God have mercy on all of us. May Gos open our ears and our hearts. May God helps us to love ourselves and all our brothers and sisters.

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