In a small shop in which religious literature is sold, a woman, already a middle-aged woman, came in.
"Can I be of any use to you?" The seller asked her.
"No, no," answered the woman, "I'll just look." And she began to carefully consider the books and brochures on the counter. Then her attention was attracted by a small painting hanging on the wall, on which was depicted Jesus Christ, rising above an empty coffin.
With genuine interest, the woman looked at this picture for a long time, and then asked the seller what was depicted on it. The seller patiently, carefully choosing words, told the woman the story of the crucifixion and the Resurrection of Christ. "Did not anyone tell you this?" The seller asked in surprise. "Have you ever really heard a story about Christ?" "Oh, I heard this story," the woman said with a smile. - I heard it a thousand times. But you do not even know how glad I heard it again. "
True stories never grow old, never erase in the memory of a human, even if they are 2,000 years old.