one of my friends reminded me a  story about jesus last night. and I think it is worth to retelling it here:
” one day saint Mary with the baby jesus in her arms, decided to come down to the earth and visit a monastery. the monks proudly joined in a long line, and each of them came before the Virgin to render their homage. one declaim beautiful poetry, another showed his illuminated paintings of biblical subjects, a third repeated the names of all the saints and so on, one monk after the other, praising Saint Mary and the baby Jesus.
the last monk of all there was the humblest in the whole monastery, who had never studied the kearned book of the time, his parents were simple people who worked in an old traveling circus and all they had taught him was to throw balls into the air and juggle with them.
When it was his turn, the other members of the order wanted to bring the homage to a conclusion, since the old juggler would have nothing important to say and might lower the image of monastery. but in the bottom of his heart he also felt a burning need to give something of himself to Jesus and the Virgin.
Ashamed, conscious of the disapproving looks of his brothers he took a few oranges from his bag and started to juggle them in the air, saying that juggling was all he knew how to do.
and it was at that moment that the Baby Jesus, sitting on the Virgin`s lap, smiled and started to clap his hands. and saint Mary reached out her arms, inviting him to hold the baby!”