My town has one, and only one Café. I never go there...the mostly senior customers search for gossip topics. "Coffee Row", they call it. The source of much misinformation. Nothing much happens in town, so any activity is discussed and imaginations have free rein. Reality gets twisted, and the Prots keep grudges. Gossip is sinful for the most part. We will have to render account for every idle word!
Anyway, here's a very short story about the evil of "Calumny".
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http://catholicapologetics.info/morality/general/btongue.htmRufinus of Aquilea relates the following incident: Some brothers had been sent by their monastery to visit hermits living here and there in the desert. They came first to an elderly anchorite who gave them sincere and cordial hospitality. To relieve his road-weary visitors, he resolved to treat them as well as he could and openheartedly offer them all he had. Poverty can be generous in its way, not in what it gives but in the dispositions with which it gives. The old man wanted to show this religious magnificence so that his guests, seeing his liberality, would be at ease and freely receive what his charity was not embarrassed to give them. They said evening prayers after a very congenial supper, and then the old man bedded down his guests while he went to rest in another room.
To bring on drowsiness, our travelers began to talk. And one of them said, "What do you think? These hermits eat better than we do in our monastery... ". The old man heard all these remarks. He was hurt because his guests were returning his kindness with calumny, but he kept silence. At dawn the next morning, the brothers said they were going to go and visit another hermit As he bid them goodbye, the old man said to them, "Give my greetings to the hermit who is my dear friend, and tell him simply this: 'Take care not to sprinkle the oil.'"
The brothers repeated his message faithfully. The other hermit understood the recommendation at once, and he served his guests an extremely frugal table, the main meal consisting in dry bread, salt and a little vinegar: that was the substance of the banquet. Soon tiring of such cold hospitality, our travelers moved out that very night with as little fanfare as possible. (22)
(22) Rufinus of Aquilea, Pelagius, Book 10, No. 5.
My friends, stop slandering those who treat you with kindness. Learn to stop backbiting their generosity..."
...But backbiting is so sweet!' you say. Yes, but not backbiting is sweeter still..."
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Be kind, pray.