charity

The title made me laugh like the song " I walk by Faith" because I had a good friend named Charity who was a preacher's daughter, and we knew a girl named Faith who lived in a Funeral parlor, so I'd always wonder if she had Heavenly Parents, or if I ought to walk beside someone else.

Anyhow, none of my thoughts are about Charity, ya know most of my best friends were preacher's kids, Marcia was my best friend of all and both of her parents were Methodist preachers. Her mom was the preacher at my Grandmother's church. I have 2 things to pass on socially to whomever may find this.

1) Although I really dislike being in constant need for the charity of others. I think it is because Heavenly Father already knows that I would give all I have. He needs no evidence. Or perhaps he is requiring something else of me. I remember being so upset after and during my divorce, that there was only one way I could understand, and it was through a story I read in the Book of Mormon where two preachers Alma and Amulek were imprisoned and anyone who believed the things the two taught were burned to death. One asked the other why this happened. Can't they or God intervene in theory bahalf? The reply answers so many unanswered questions for me. No, those people need more than their words to demonstrate who they are and the wicked people will not be punished because of what they had in their hearts to do, bit what they did.
Although, it often appears like judgement doesn't exists or doesn't seem fair to us, we can know that it has only been suspended. I apply the same thought to the fact that it seems unfair that I am not asked to give money because I would. 2) In a therapy session in Corinth, MS. A psychologist was very very wise and actually helpful. He encouraged me to keep on writing music explaining that for sounds to benefit others they do not need to be overly complex. But that the most simple melodies are so beautiful and as long as I had a heart, mind, and working finger I could write and perform beautiful piano music, anything else would just be a cop out. Regarding charity, he made it sound fortunate or lucky to be so deprived. He asked me first if I believed in Jesus Christ. Everyone always asks that. I thought. Ah hah! Maybe he is going to heal me! And he sort of did, through words.
He reminded me of the time Jesus commanded us to give to others. He said that the most precious blessing is made available to mankind if they can find someone to give to, so you are allowing others to get the greatest imaginable blessing in needing help, so, always accept it and remember what an honor it is to need.