El Quixote De La Mancha, is the name of the Spanish classic I've been listening to in audio book form. It is the story of a man in the 16th century who went crazy after reading many books and decided he was a medieval knight. Among the many outrageous things he did was a fight he had with some windmills that he thought to be giants.
Sancho Pansa was the name of his armour bearer. Supposedly his mind was not gone as Don Quixote's. He just agreed to serve the mad knight because he was promised a kingdom as a reward. To me Sancho was crazier than The Knight Of The Sad Countenance, Quixote's alter ego. The knight actually thought that he was a knight and that all of his imaginary enemies were real. But Sancho believed because of greed. He was promised something that was truly too good to be truth, but he wanted it to be truth with all of his heart.
How much Sancho do we have in our hearts? How desperately we want to believe in lies and wait for promises that will never be fulfilled? To fallow after a world that offers us what we know can't be attained? B
There is a Way, a Truth, and a Life.
"For everything in the world--the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and
the pride of life--comes not from the Father but from the world. ... " 1John 2:16
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