I'm a Savior

After helping Mary Anne's class, I had a beautiful experience that I want to write about.

"Weee! It's a miracle!" I imagined as I picked up a squiggley worm that was destined to die unless I intervened.

I was minding my own matters when I saw a sad little worm on the side walk trying to burrow into the cement. I thought briefly of it's struggle and how it was like my own, but I passed and that was that. A few paces away my guilt grabbed a hold of me. " That was a life." But, I saw several dead worms on the sidewalk. This one was alive and struggling. I stopped and turned back. I rescued that worm and resumed my journey then I giggled as I imagined it's suprise, and I realized that no matter how tiny or insignificant that act was it was a carachter builder. It was an indication to me of what I thought people ought to do. They ought to help one another as they can regardless if they ever feel any reward or thanks, but I did imagine a worm family saying thank you because they couldn't find something they needed and harrold worm had set out to find and in the process might have died, but I saved him! I felt good. It was magic to the worm, it could not probably explain how it ended up there. Um, maybe it could, cause it was a busy sidewalk and huge people are fairly common, but being rescued by one is not expected, I bet.

This lead me to consider again, the anonymity of giving and why it is done. I have several answers, but the one I wanted to record was that when the receiver doesn't know who to thank they treat everyone kinder. The anonymous gift increases the net kindness of a society. Hence in "Zion" more gifts are given with no thought for reward.

I had been given great gifts that I purposely did not thank, though. It was because my thanks would be a lesser gift than the one God would give. ..."they have their reward." So, my honest thought was if I do not thank them, they will get a greater blessing in heaven, "God who seeth in private shall reward openly", right?

Time to pick her up.