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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 4 - N° 199 – March 6, 2011

  Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com

 

A Little Baking Powder

  

William, a twelve year-old, came home from school and saw that his mother was in the kitchen.

The mother greeted him happily, but noted that he was a little upset. To cheer him up, because she knew her son liked to help, she asked him to get her eggs, which he did quickly.

- What are you doing, Mummy? - he asked leaning over the table.

- A cake! That chocolate cake that you love.

- Ah … Good! ...

Seeing him more excited, his mother took the opportunity to ask him why he had come home upset. William said:

- You know, Mummy, I don't like when my friends mock or abuse someone. In my class there is a boy called Timmy, who is very shy and hardly talks, so my friends take advantage of it to humiliate him, knowing he does not react.

- And you, my son, what do you do?

- I do nothing, even though I like Timmy. And that makes me unhappy with myself, you know?

The mother continued to stir the cake batter, thoughtful, then said:

- William, pass me the baking powder, please.

The boy got the baking powder and gave it to his mother, who put it in the dough, mixing carefully. Noting what the mother did, he asked:

- Why did you use yeast in the dough?

- You will see soon, my son.

Soon the mass began to grow, increasing in volume. Astonished, the boy looked very interested.

- Wow … it works so fast!

And the mother took the opportunity to explain:

- It is just as our actions, my son, which always have consequences. Every day, we send suggestions for good and for evil, and they are like the yeast that grows and spreads. You saw that a little baking powder was enough to act on the entire mass. And so it is with us in life. Just yesterday we saw on television a fact that illustrates what I'm telling you. You know what?

The boy thought for a moment and suddenly remembered:

- Yesterday, at the football game, some fans, unhappy that their team was losing, began to scream and break everything! It was horrible ...

- Exactly, my son. It was the leaven of evil. Suffice it that someone had a gesture of peace, containing the aggressors at the time and none of that would have happened. And you know of any examples of good yeast?

The boy kept thinking, thinking, until he remembered:

- Mum, I recently saw on television the case of a woman who was addicted to drugs and was at rock bottom, then she said that she sought to overcome addiction and succeeded. Later, filled with pity for addicts, because there was even children and adolescents, she decided to help them, and now she heads an organization that provides rehabilitation and help for addicts.

- What a beautiful example, my son! It's the yeast of good acting on people. So you understand the importance of yeast, not just for cakes and breads?

Thinking of his friend Timmy, he replied:

- I got it, Mum. And the greatest example is Jesus, whose yeast only acted for the good and love for all creatures.

They put the cake in the oven and William occasionally would look through the window to see that it had grown so much that was almost overflowing. Before long, it was done. A delicious smell spread throughout the house and William tasted it with pleasure.

A few days later, the students would have to take an essay on Ecology.

The teacher asked if everyone had done the essay. Given the affirmative answer, she asked some students to read their texts. The last to be chosen was Timmy who, trembling, walked to the front of the room.

He got shy, speaking low, but gradually gained confidence and when he finished reading his essay, the entire class was surprised. The most daring kids of the classroom exchanged glances and William saw that they were preparing to humiliate Timmy.

Before they had time to act, William began to clap. At first it was just him, then other colleagues joined him and soon almost everyone clapped, and said:

- Very good!

- Congratulations!

- The best text I've ever seen!

Seeing the reaction of the class, Timmy was thrilled and grateful to William for defending him because he had also seen that the bullies would not lose the opportunity to humiliate him.

The two troublemakers kept their head down, helpless.

The teacher, who was happy with the class' manifestation, said:

- Your colleagues are right, Timmy. Your writing is excellent! I have not seen all essays yet, but I think yours is the best. Congratulations! In fact, I'll send it to be published not only in the school newsletter, but also in the newspaper of our city, so that everyone may read it.

The students started clapping hands again.

The doorbell rang and the students prepared to leave the class.

Being the last to leave, William was collecting his things when he realized Timmy was at his side. The boy was thrilled and, placing his hand on his colleague's shoulder, said:

- William, thank you!

- You do not have to thank me, Timmy. Your text is very good!

Timmy had a different expression on his face now, more happy and confident.

- But I have to thank you. If it were not for you, those kids would have thrown me down again. If they had started with the usual jokes, the others would say nothing because they are afraid. But you did not, you took my defence and the class followed. Thanks!

William had just closed the bag, and looking at the colleague he explained:

- It's because of the yeast!

Timmy's eyes widened in amazement:

- What? … I do not understand! ...

- Let me explain. Come to my house in the afternoon and you will eat a delicious cake that my mother bakes.


                                                        Meimei


(Message psychographed by Celia Xavier de Camargo on 02/14/2011.)

 


 



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