The Eighth Tribe, 1975 (2. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1975-07-01 / 7. szám
July, 1975 THE EIGHTH TRIBE Page Five greatly disturbed by such heathen talk. He folded his hands as they shook, and in great passion he raised them to heaven. He raised his eyes to the sky so all could see as he stood a head above them all. Like a voice in the wilderness they heard his highness the King pray, “Mighty God, God of the multitude, let not your anger arouse anew. Do not deprive them of the light of your soul. Instead heal the blindness of their souls. Great God, show the strength of your wonders. Create a miracle, they believe when they see.” For a good while he lamented, his lips moving while he looked up to the firmament of heaven. And God opened the heaven and showed a sign visible only to the king. The people gazed at the kind King, his graying hair covered with ashes. They gazed and looked and discovered that a light rose over his head. Bewildered, their hair stood up like bristles and a chill gripped their hearts. They knelt down and prayed to the faithful King’s Great God. The King, after finishing his devout prayers, strode back into his tent and withdrew into his private den. Outside, the people remained kneeling. In his den he discarded his mourning garb and put on a purple reinment and annointed his hair with sweet oil. He put his gold crown on his head and lifted his golden bow in his left hand. The King went out and proclaimed to his people, “Rejoice my people! Rejoice! Give thanks to the living God. Give thanks to the Lord for he has put an end to the peril. He gave the light to his meager servant — he ordained me as the healer of my people. Come, see. Believe in his name, in the true God.” So spoke the King, and he walked ahead of them, the group following, to a beautiful meadow where he bid his people kneel. The people obeyed. The King carefully removed one arrow from his quiver. Raising his hands above his crowned head, he stretched the cord and released it with a snap. The arrow whizzed through the air like a sparkling comet. It landed on the ground witli a crack as it pierced into the earth. The King went to pick up the arrow and a leaf it had pierced. The leaf was well known in the land as the leaf of the Cross. And László said, “The great merciful God has given us this leaf as a miracle. It will cool the furor of the pestilence and the Angel will cease his deadly destroying rides.” The leaf was passed from hand to hand so all could recognize it and gather it. From mouth to mouth the news of the miracle spread. Those who stood at the edge of the grave turned back to life. The deadly peril had reached the peak and began to ebb. The rivers returned to their old beds; children were born again in the homes and the population increased. Keeping their sad history in mind, they strengthened their faith in the true God. They did not languish for heathen sacrifice to soulless stones, springs or brooks. The much cherished leaf was given a new name, and to this day is known as The Herb of Saint László. Translated by John Fay iiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Recent Graduate Lynne Andree Serfozo, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Szarka of McKeesport, Pa., received her Bachelor of Science Degree summa cum laude from the University of Pittsburgh with a major in Business Education. Her student teaching was completed at South Allegheny High School during the past semester, and she plans to begin her graduate work at the University of Pittsburgh in January 1976. She is an active member and secretary of the undergraduate business education fraternity Delta Delta Lambda. Recently, Miss Serfozo announced her engagement to Mr. Vincent James DeVincentis, also of McKeesport, who is a graduate of Kent State University and will begin his graduate work at Ohio University in the fall.
