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.