Monday, June 25, 2018

Ip'id: The Merchant

A young girl was trying to get to the hospital to see her dying mother, but she didn’t have any shoes to get throw the fields of thorns which surrounded the village hospital.  The villagers couldn’t help because they too were poor.  How does she find a way? 

One day a merchant selling household items came to the village--he setup his wagon and began to call, “Come one, come all! Find what you need for it is free!” Ha! Ha! Ha! Come!”  After hearing his call, the young girl ran to him.

“Do you have a pair of shoes for my feet so I can get through the thorn fields that surround the hospital?” she said hopefully.  
“First, why do you need shoes?” he said, looking at her feet, “Your feet will take you where you need to go,” he assured.
“My mother is dying in the hospital, but I need shoes to get through the thorns,” she replied. 
“I see.  Do you have five cents?” She shook her head “no”.  
“But you said you had what I needed,” she pressed.
“I have just given it…what you need,” he said wisely. 
“But I need shoes!” her voice angry.
“Be gone child,” he said finally, “customers are coming.” 
She turned sadly away, thinking of her dying mother. 

He watched as she ran out of his sight.  In the hospital, her mother is lying in bed with her eyes closed; she opens them when she feels a hand slide into hers.  She sees her daughter standing, out of breath and with bloody feet.  “My child,” her eyes warm. “How did you get here with no money and no shoes?” she spoke, “A Merchant was kind enough to give me the 'courage' to get to you,” she said wisely.

Monday, June 18, 2018

The Fountain in the Mall

I was at a mall when I saw three kids standing around a donation fountain; two were brother and sister, I assumed, and the third perhaps a year older was by himself. I had never seen these kids in my life.

The fountain was wood funnel shape, with two mini slides on top where coins were inserted, slide down and circled the funnel in a slow circle-descent into the hole at the bottom. As I approached, I watched the older boy put his last coin in, while the sibling brother antagonized his younger sister—he pushed her several times slightly. I acted cautiously as no parents were in sight. I simply said, “That’s enough of that.” The boy gave me a hard sideways glance, but he stopped.

However, immediately, I pulled out my wallet and said, “Do you all want to put money in?” I felt the need to unify, also it would help soothe the boy’s feelings towards me, a stranger. All three hands went out, as I dropped pennies into their palms. But I was surprised by the older ones reply, as he looked at me and said, “Are you God?” His eyes bulged, and I said, “No, I’m just human.” He said nothing more. I walked off with those words in my head, but I wondered where his reference stirred—his parents, church?

A word of observance:

The act of giving had been instilled in him by his parents, culture etc. And as he witnessed my actions, the association played out within him unbiased. Whether one believes in God or not, it is, however, a symbol which references to more than text, scripture and belief. It references the eternal, and wholeness one seeks to be connected with something broader than our limited minds. Indeed, it solidified my awareness, that the act of giving doesn’t recognize faith, symbols or obedience. The boy merely referenced the act, which we hope, is now intrinsic in his living and life.