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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 7 - N° 324 – August 11, 2013

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

The Cake Batter

 

Nine year-old Eduarda lived in a very nice neighborhood of the city. In that neighborhood, she had several friends and they used to play in their quiet street. One day, they saw a moving truck arrive. They rejoiced to see a boy about their age appear. Duda approached the boy and said:

- Hello! I'm Eduarda. My friends and I play here in the street. Would you like to participate?

- Get a life, girl! I do not usually have friendship with people like you. Go find your kind - the boy muttered angrily, with a frown.

Duda lowered her head, upset, and returned to her friends, telling them what he had said. They were all sad because they had never met anyone like that. They decided not to worry about the new neighbor and went back to playing.

However, they soon realized that there would be no more peace in the neighborhood. From that day on, everything got difficult. The boy, John, enrolling at Duda's school, teamed up with a bunch of boys like him, and started to create problems for everyone else.

Duda and her friends did not play in the street anymore, because the boys would spoil everything. They would cut the ball with a knife; if Duda and her friends were reading a magazine or a book, they would tear it up and then they would leave, running. They did all that laughing.

The neighborhood, once so pleasant, became sad now, without the joy of the children. One day, Duda returned home and went to the kitchen where her mother was baking a cake. Seeing her, the mother realized she was sad and asked why.

- Oh, mom! Remember that boy who recently moved here? He is terrible! - replied the girl with tears streaming down her face.

And Duda told her mother what was happening. The mother heard, while

continuing to stir the cake batter. Then she said:

- Dear, have you seen what the yeast does when you put it in the dough?

- Mom! ... - cried the girl indignantly - I'm telling you a problem I have and you come to tell me of cake and yeast?! ...

- Duda, the dough and the yeast have everything to do with your problem. Jesus taught us that a little leaven leavens the whole dough, that is, it makes the dough rise a lot. But Jesus wanted to teach us that with our thoughts, with our attitudes, we can act as the yeast, changing the situation we are facing!

- Got it. It means I need to find a way to change the situation. But how? - the girl murmured, then began to think, quiet.

- People who act like that, grumpy, with violence, aggression, are usually fragile, facing serious problems, and that's the way they play out the way they feel. Get it? - her mom explained.

- Yes, Mom. I'll talk to the gang and see what we can do.

But the next day John did not go to school. Not even the following days. Concerned, Duda decided to go visit him. Arriving at his house, she rang the bell and a lady came to the door.

- Good morning! I'm Eduarda, John's classmate at school. I am worried and came to know what is happening to him.

The lady, who was looking tired, sad, displayed a slight smile.

- Come in, Eduarda. John is sick. Come to his room.

Duda said it was not necessary, she just wanted to know how he was. But the lady insisted and Duda entered his room. She was shaking with fear. Seeing her, the boy was surprised and showed some satisfaction. The mother, claiming she had chores to do, left them alone.

- Hello, neighbor. What brought you here? Came to see if I was dead?

- I was worried about you, John. You haven't gone to school for days.

- Well, no need to worry. It's just the flu. Also do not call me John. I do not like it.

- But why? It's a beautiful name! John was

the youngest apostle of Jesus, and he was very attached to the Master. It must be why your parents gave you that name!

- No. It's because my father's name is John. That is why I do not like my name.

- Well, I think you should be proud of it. My father told me that after the crucifixion, everything was difficult for the followers of Jesus. Mary, His mother, was alone and moved away to live with some relatives. Some years later, John came to her and invited her to go with him to Ephesus, where he had gotten a house and worked in the dissemination of the teachings of Jesus. Mary went and stayed with John until the end of her life.

When Duda finished telling the story, John's eyes were moist.

- Beautiful story. Now I see that it has nothing to do with my father, who gets annoyed by anything, becomes violent, crude, and hits all that are close by.

At that moment, Duda noticed the marks he had on his arms, face, and felt very sorry.

Remembering what her mother had said, she repeated:

- John, your father probably does not mean to do it. Inside, he must have many problems he cannot solve. Have mercy on him.

The boy looked at her and took her hand, saying:

- Eduarda, you do not know how much good you did to me today. I was terrible and now I feel much better. Will you forgive me? I know I hurt you a lot.

- There is nothing to be forgiven, John. May I come back again?

- Of course! And bring your friends. I want to know them better, if they are like you...

Duda smiled and said goodbye, then walked away thinking: How much goodness can a little love and attention do. But everyone in the house needs help. The mother is very sad and the father must have many problems. I'll talk to my parents. Maybe they can help them... - You are right, Master Jesus. A little leaven is enough to make the whole dough rise. Thank you!

And Eduarda, with renewed spirits returned to her home, where there was love and tranquility.

Going into the house, she could smell that freshly baked cake. She smiled and took the piece of the cake that her mother gave her, saying:

- Thanks, Mom! What a little leaven in the dough can accomplish, isn't it?
 

MEIMEI
 

(Psychographed by Celia X. de Camargo on 08/07/2013.)



 



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