Fifteen years ago, during a period of profound rejection of faith, the wanderer was with his wife and a friend in Rio de Janeiro. As they were having a drink together, an old buddy with whom the wanderer had shared the craziness of the 60s and 70s came into the bar.
“What are you doing now?” the wanderer asked.
“I’m a priest.” his friend said.
As they left the place, the wanderer pointed at a child sleeping on the sidewalk.
“See how concerned Jesus is with the world?” he said.
“Of course I see,” said the priest.
“He placed that child right in front of you to make sure that you saw him, so that you could do something.”
”Maktub” means “It is written.” The Arabs feel that “It is written” is not really a good translation, because, although everything is already written, God is compassionate, and wrote it all down just to help us.