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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 8 - N° 373 – July 27, 2014

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

Family Prayer

 

Six year-old Philip was sad. While his father was out working, their home environment was cheerful and festive. He and his mother got along well. They played together, did the house chores, and when the time came, he would help her in the kitchen preparing lunch for his father and Samuel, his older brother, who would arrive from school, hungry.

However, his father always got home with a grumpy face complaining about everything: the food was too

salty or not salty enough, he wanted meat and not vegetables, why wasn't there orange juice instead of passion fruit juice, and so on.


One day he hit the table and complained loudly:

- Again pasta with chicken?

And the mother, shaking, replied:

- Honey, I made this dish because you like it. Would you prefer a fried egg?

- I cannot stand it anymore! I don't want anything! - he replied, getting up from the table and walking to the bedroom.

The mother and the children heard his strong footsteps to the bedroom; then he slammed the door, making them tremble.

Holding back tears, the mother looked at the children and said:

- Let's eat in peace, guys.

However, nobody could eat anymore. They were upset, depressed, thoughtful. The mother looked at Samuel and Philip and explained:

- My children, do not be sad with Dad. He loves us very much, but he is having a tough time at the company and that is why he is so angry. Pray for him because Daddy needs a lot of help.

The boys agreed, nodding. However, the situation did not change.

The following week, watching another scene at lunchtime and tired of seeing their father come home angry and fight with his mother, Philip stood up from the table and went to his room.
 

The father, aggravated because the boy left the table and went to his room, went after him. When he
got there he slowly opened the door and peered into the room. He saw Philip kneeling by the bed, hands clasped and eyes closed.

He said:

- Dear Jesus, Daddy is so tired from working so hard on our behalf. I think we're a very heavy burden for him. I wish I could help him

but I'm still small. So, I ask you to help him so that he feels relieved and does not suffer so much. We love him very much but I think Dad doesn't know that. Tell him, please. Thank you.


On hearing Philip's words, the father felt ashamed. He wanted to teach him a lesson for leaving the table without asking permission, but now...

Noticing that his son had finished the prayer, the father saw him wipe his eyes and get up. Then he approached the boy and said with tears in his eyes:

- Son, I did not know I was causing you guys so much hurt... the family that I love so much!

The little one embraced his father and said with love:

- Dad, I understand you. It is just that you are the sole breadwinner in this house. The other day you said we are a burden to you, that we spend a lot. I want to be able to help you and I cannot! Only when I grow up I'll be able to work and earn money!

The father pressed him closer to the heart, repenting the words he had said:

- No, my son. You are not heavy to me. I do get angry with the job I have. Since I cannot dump my anger on my colleagues and the boss, I get home and dump it on you. I beg your forgiveness for making you suffer. You are the best son anyone could have, believe me.

Philip, understanding his father's predicament, advised him:

- Dad, you need to say a prayer asking Jesus to help you at work.

The father smiled nodding and agreed:

- It's true, Philip. I have forgotten to pray. When I entered this room and saw you saying a prayer, I felt a great well-being. You can believe it! You've already helped me a lot. Now let's get back to the dining room?

Holding hands, the two returned to the dining room where the table was still set. The mother and Samuel waited silently. As they saw the dad come back smiling and holding hands with Philip, they felt relieved.

Ashamed, the father apologized:

- I would like you to forgive me for all the bad things I have done in this house. I was blind, and it took Philip to open my eyes. I understand now that it wasn't my job that made me angry but the way I dealt with my problems.

- What do you mean, Dad? - Samuel asked.

- My son, nobody is to blame for our problems but ourselves. Instead of a prayer, which would give me time to face the difficulties, I found it easier to put the blame on others! Got it? However, I was the one that needed to change.

The father embraced his wife, children and promised:

- I want to be a better husband and father than I have been. So when I'm wrong, please correct me.
Oh ... and let's establish a rule: starting today, before meals, let's say a prayer together.
 

All were happy finding that idea excellent. The father suggested:

- Now, let's get back to the table and begin the meal again? Mom will heat up the food and we will pray thanking Jesus for this day of blessings.

They sat down and the father began to pray:

- Lord, forgive me for the hurt that I have caused to the family that I love so much. I thank you for my wife and children who are the joy of this home. Help me to change and to realize when I'm wrong. Give us a good lunchtime

and Your peace. So be it!  



 

MEIMEI
 

(Psychographed by Celia X. de Camargo on 07/07/2014.)


                                   

 



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