Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Memory (07/10/08)
-
TITLE: SUPERB SUNDAY | Previous Challenge Entry
By esther robinson
07/13/08 -
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Sunbeams struggle to break through big trees and in doing so; they throw diamond like sparkles everywhere. Beautiful blossoms of varied hues being gently tossed by a breeze dissolve my worries. The free concert of cuckoos in the auditorium of the almond trees tickle the auditory nerves causing a titillating effect in my soul.
Having heard the life-giving words from the pastor’s mouth is spiritual breakfast completed. Sunday gives me hope to look forward to something supernatural. Above all, it’s splendid for a reason that might not seem significant to others except to me.
It was one such Sunday after attending morning mass that I sat before the television nick named ‘idiot box’ taping my toes to some musical melodrama being performed live. I kept shaking my hands and nodding my head as well engrossed in the program.
My mother who entered that room had looked at my posture and what was going on in the television. “Esther! You will forget what you hear or see in another twenty minutes. Can you do something that will take just twenty minutes or less but you will remember a lifetime with joy?” She asked rather casually.
“What is she going to tell me? Let me see if I can give it a try.” With this thought in mind quite reluctantly I responded. “Alright mom. If it is possible, I will do as you say.”
Mrs. Linda, our neighbor whose house was situated opposite to ours had a spacious ground in front with two gulmohar trees and a thespisia tree. Her house which once an active sparrow’s nest now looked like an empty nest. Her children were all born, christened, brought up, educated, married in this majestic mansion but were now settled in various places quite afar on account of their career demands. This pious mother lived alone harboring in her heart a treasure chest holding the memories of her beloved husband.
There was no lack for love or money. For quiet sometime owing to her poor health condition her house looked shabby. She ahs personally expressed her concern over its poor maintenance to my mother many times and felt bad about it.
“If you do this, you will surely rejoice.” My mother emphasized.
“Let me know what it is?” I asked this time with enthusiasm.
“Mrs. Linda is down with fever. Just go over to her house and clean up the courtyard that is covered with stubble obstructing the pathway and gather all the dried leaves in one place. You must do this before she sees you. Just twenty minutes will do. Then she will be happy all her life wondering about this act.” In this way, my mother detailed her thoughts.
I switched off the idiot box and in the next ten minutes completed the task and returned with joy bubbling in my soul like a fountain. Later, Mrs. Lind expressed her joy to mom and me. “I don’t know how this place became so clean. It’s been a wonder to me.” She repeated this throughout the day so much so that even the fever which tormented her vanished.
Twenty years have passed by. Jut as my mother told me, even now when I think of that small act done on a Sunday I am elated. Sundays are simply superb to me. Without my volition a river of divine peace springs forth in my soul.
Simple services such as these that bring happiness when done without being trumpeted to others and anticipating no favor in return surely bring the blessings of God upon one’ life in double fold and besides that, the fact that God grants us the memory to experience immense joy and happiness derived out of such insignificant act in itself is a wonderful prize from God (Matthew 6:4).
Seeking the praise of man means that we lose the praise of God who created heaven and earth. Any act that is executed without expecting the praise of man becomes a memory which is indeed an indescribable gift (Galatians 6:9, 10).
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.