WHEN WE GO OUT TO HELP OTHERS

















That charity, which longs to publish itself,
ceases to be charity.”


Eliza Cook


There is this temptation in almost all of us to tell – and tell it as loudly as possible – how generous, how helpful, how noble we are… Yes, because of our charitable work. Top to bottom – from our Prime Minister to the man on the street - yes, all of us seem to love the optics. When we help someone, we want the world to know about our generosity. That means, we do not want any of our ‘noble’ thoughts and deeds just go like a ship by the night… We want to cash on it… We want to trumpet it, flash it as loudly and as brightly as possible…

And, get some strange ‘kick’ out of it: “Wow!” … “Kudos!” … “Great Work!” … “GBU!” … and so on.

These are times of distress for all of us… Distress of one kind or the other. Many of us have food to eat, but, no helping hands, perhaps. Our once helping-hands have no food to eat, perhaps. Some of us are in distress, because our ailing-and- aged parents are helpless hundreds of miles away from us. Many of us – almost all – are silently suffering from an anxiety disorder: ‘How will we survive tomorrow?”

So, all of us need help and all of us are expected to help… share our bread and share our dwindling joy. When that’s what is our reality, today, why this desire in us to trumpet and flash our so-called ‘charitable work’? Why this obsession for the optics?

As all and sundry are busy doing their ‘publicity’, some send the advice:

“When you go out to help the needy, leave your mobile phones at home!”

But, does anyone listen to this advice?

The Master gave the same advice, more than two thousand years ago, when there weren’t any mobile phones:

“Let your left hand not know what your right hand gives”!

Those who help – and so many do – they do it quietly. And, I think, the Kingdom of God really belongs to them… Even though the Master did not say this in his Sermon on the Mount!





GERALD D’CUNHA

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