Theme: Gratitude to God

The acknowledgment

Julio came home very hungry. He went straight to the kitchen where he found a cake on the table.

The boy ate the cake and found it delicious. He was so pleased he wanted to thank his mom.

– Thank you, mom! – he said aloud so that his mother could hear.

– For what, son? – said the mother, entering the kitchen.

– For the cake – Julio replied – It was delicious and it killed my hunger.

– Oh! I bought it from the baker. He did it, thank him.

Julio then went to the bakery and said:

– Thank you very much, Mr. baker. The cake you made was delicious and it killed my hunger.

– Boy, no need to thank me. Baking the cake was easy. Thank the farmer who planted and harvested the wheat.

Julio went to the farmer and said:

– Mr. farmer, today I was hungry and ate the cake my mother had bought. I thanked her, but she told me to thank the baker who had baked the cake. But he said you were the one who deserved the thanks for growing the wheat. Thank you very much!

– Oh boy, don't thank me – said the farmer – I just planted and harvested, but who made the wheat to be born was the sun. Thank it!

Julio looked up, saw the radiant sun and thanked the sun for the delicious cake that had satisfied his hunger. But the sun didn't accept the thanks either. It said that it could not have done anything alone. It urged the boy to give thanks for the rain that had awakened the wheat seeds and then watered the plants until the grains formed.

The boy then looked for a well-laden cloud, which was already beginning to pour out its drops, and thanked it for watering the wheat, which the sun had raised, which the farmer cultivated, which the baker used as flour to make the cake, which her mother bought it, which was delicious and satiated his hunger.

The rain heard the whole story. However, like the others, it said:

– Don't thank me! The wheat grains I roused to germinate were ready. I wouldn't have done anything without them. God is the one who gives life to all things, he is infinite wisdom and love and who controls, with his laws, everything that happens. It was divine providence that allowed you to have your hunger satisfied by a delicious cake. Your mother, the baker, the farmer, the sun and I just made small parts, fulfilling God's will and being his instruments. Everything comes from God! Thank him!

After talking to the rain, Julio returned home. It was already late in the day. The boy went to his room and, thinking about what had happened and the explanation he had received, he just closed his eyes and said:

– Thank you, God!

(Adaptation of a text of unknown authorship.)

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