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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 5 - N° 241 - January 1st, 2012

  Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com

 

The Arrival
 

 

A light appeared in the starry sky as a blazing torch cutting space.

Walking down a dark road, with difficulty, little Ishmael was paralysed. At that moment, a deep feeling of love flooded his heart, which was beating rapidly.

An immense certainty overwhelmed him. It was Him, the Saviour of the World, who came! The long-awaited Messiah of his people!

He raised his hands upward, while tears of joy ran down his small tanned face.

Ishmael was a kid like so many of his age. His family was very poor and barely had enough to survive. He was still small, but he helped his father work the land, and also his mother with household chores.

Hope, however, had always been his constant companion. He loved God with all his strength and his heart knew that the good Messiah would come. He did not know when, but he waited for Him with much anxiety.

On cold nights, while the family huddled around the fire, he liked to hear his father tell the prophecies that spoke of the coming of the Saviour. And he would fall asleep peacefully, dreaming of a different time, where everyone would love everyone else.

One day, his mother fell ill. She was burning with fever in bed and they all feared for her life. Not wanting to move away from her, his father told Ishmael to go look for Shammah, an old medicine woman, who knew about herbs and that in the absence of a physician, was the only person in town who could help them with that emergency.

Ishmael did not hesitate. The father explained how to get Shammah and placing his hand on his head, said:

- May the Lord bless you, my son. Be careful and do not stop to talk to strangers, because the city is full of foreigners who came to the census.

They lived in Bethlehem, and in those days exactly, under an order of the king, who wanted to know how many people lived in the country, all residents had left their homes, leaving their cities, to give their names.

Hurrying through the streets, Ishmael tried not to divert his attention by getting distracted with the noise of the foreigners. But the sound of music, dancing groups; it was contagious. The smell of perfume, mixed with fried fish, condiments, baked bread, reached his nostrils. And he was hungry. He had eaten nothing yet that day.

Gradually the noise of the city started to fade, falling behind. Now, walking down the road in the darkness, Ishmael was afraid. The night with filled with sounds of strange animals coming from all sides. And he cowered with his eyes wide open, but went on nonetheless. He needed to find Shammah, the only person capable of helping his mother.

Looking at the starry sky, Ishmael thought: Why did he suffer so much? Why was his life so difficult when other children had everything? And now, his mother was sick! He was afraid of losing her.

- Lord, protect my mother!

At that moment, Ishmael saw that that starry night was flooded with a very bright light. And a beam of light moved across the sky and down to meet the earth, at some point not far away.

What was most strange to the boy was that the beam of light seemed to consist of endless bright spots, like beautiful, bright and smiling beings and that, being too close together, appeared to be a single light.

Ishmael felt his chest swell up with new hope. Privately, something whispered to him that it was the Messiah, with His angelic retinue, that came into the world. Everything would be different from now on. A New Era for humanity would begin.

He quickened his pace. He had urgency to find Shammah. He knew that his mother would be cured.

With no great difficulty, he located the woman and asked her to go see his mother. Helpful, the lady followed him back to Bethlehem.

Even though his heart celebrated, Ishmael said nothing about what he had seen. When he got home, taking Shammah by the hand, he knew that all was well. He entered the room and saw his mother sitting in bed, already without fever, taking a sip of tea that a neighbour had brought her.

With a smile on his face, he said:

- Mother! Thanks to the Messiah, you're cured!

- What are you saying, my son? - his father asked, intrigued.

And Ishmael reported, with earnestness and emotion:

- Father, tonight the Saviour came into the world.

And before the amazement of everyone, he told what had happened. And such was the wealth of detail that no one doubted the words of the boy.

Thrilled, they knelt to pray to God, thanking Him for the blessing to be living in a time when great things would happen.
 

Aunt Celia



 



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