In ancient India a certain young princess
was being married. Everyone in the
kingdom prepared the finest, most
elaborate gifts they could find. Everyone,
that is, except a little old man who was
allowed to live in the tower of the temple
in exchange for ringing the bells on very
sacred occasions. He loved the princess, as
did all her subjects, but he had no money
to buy a gift nor the talent to make one.
As the time grew shorter he was more
and more downcast.
At last the day arrived, and just as the
radiant bride was entering the temple,
the people were amazed to hear the bells
pealing mightily and beautifully. The
princess was obviously pleased. She looked
up and smiled at the old man. It was the
happiest moment in his life, and it began
the custom of ringing the church bells to
proclaim a wedding.
Have a nice weekend, my friends.