When I was young, I often accompanied my grandfather to church for prayers.
One day, while my grandfather was bowing reverently in prayer, a few coins fell out of his coat pocket and landed on the floor with a faint clink. My grandfather, deeply engrossed in his prayers, didn’t notice the coins slipping out. However, a stranger nearby saw what had happened. Taking advantage of everyone’s closed eyes during prayer, he quickly picked up the coins and slipped them into his own pocket before retreating to a corner of the church.
I witnessed the entire incident but remained silent. After my grandfather finished his prayers, I quietly whispered to him what had just occurred. Upon hearing my account, his gentle smile turned calm and compassionate. He leaned down and softly said in my ear, “Dear child, please don’t tell anyone about this, and don’t tell me who took the coins—I don’t want to know. But I do hope you’ll remember who it was.”
I, still a child, protested, “Grandfather, your money was taken, and it happened in a church! That person is a thief! How can he still pray in the church?”
At that moment, my grandfather interrupted me, his expression growing serious. He said to me solemnly, “Child, try to see things from a different perspective. If someone does such a thing in a church, it must mean they are in a very difficult situation. Their heart may be suffering even more. We must not be quick to judge such a person. In the eyes of God, we are all children who make mistakes, but that doesn’t prevent us from becoming His children in the future. We must not allow a few coins to define God’s judgment of a person.”
In the days that followed, my grandfather instructed me to discreetly deliver packages of daily necessities to that person every month, without letting them know who the sender was. Over time, that person moved away from the small town.
Many years later, my grandfather passed away, and I grew up. The church that had been a part of my wonderful childhood became overgrown and dilapidated due to lack of funds for maintenance. Then one day, a businessman donated a large sum of money to expand and restore the church. The century-old church was revitalized, becoming even more majestic and sacred.
The people of the town were deeply grateful to the person who had made such a generous contribution. It wasn’t until the day of the church’s reopening that the donor revealed himself. I recognized him immediately—it was the man who had taken my grandfather’s coins, the very person we had helped all those years ago.
I stared in astonishment as he stood on the podium and told the congregation a story about those coins.
“At the most desperate time of my life, right here in this small town, a messenger of God offered me great help and spiritual comfort, helping me overcome my difficulties and despair. I am deeply grateful to that old man and the child whose kindness saved my life. Though that child recognized me at the time, they chose to keep my secret until today. It was the hardest time of my life. They not only helped me selflessly but also protected my dignity. I can never forget this kind town, nor can I forget this church. I want to leave the most beautiful church for everyone in this town.”
To honor his contribution, the townspeople inscribed his name in the most prominent place in the church. However, the name that was ultimately inscribed was that of my grandfather.
As it is written in James 4:17: “If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them.”
This story teaches us that kindness is a quality, a virtue, and a strength. It is like a light—you never know who will find their way out of darkness through your light. Please hold on to the kindness in your heart, for you never know who might find their way out of despair through your kindness. May each of us live like a light, radiating all of our goodness.
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