There lived a pagan and a Christian nearby. The Christian rested his flesh all his life, prayed earnestly, sucked all his relics wherever he could, gave money to beggars - he sat hungry, put on the other cheek if he was beaten - in general, suffered and suffered. And the heathen in the field of the Lord greets and lives in his pleasure. They both died and went to heaven. A Christian sees a pagan sitting at the same table with God.
His dishes were washed.
He says:
Oh my God! He did not observe anything! Do you put it at the table with you?
And God answers:
So he thought of himself as the grandson of God, and you were a slave. To every one according to his faith.
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