Charity

Child,
Last night I worried that I have nothing to teach you about charity. I think of this every time I see the bitter boys begging change at the stop light. Their placards urge me to have a heart. Apparently I don't.

Last night I worried that I have nothing to teach you about faith. Many times I have wondered if my bones are made of doubt, if I am built out of cynicism and fear.

Last night I worried that I am no teacher for you at all.

Last night I put my hand on your mother's belly and listened for you. You are tiny still, but I know you are there, like the fiery core of the earth, like the cool depths of the sea.

I am not your tour guide. I am just a wire, one of many that will bring you to this world and set you on your way.

I teach for a living and yet somehow missed this most obvious notion. My ability to teach is only limited by my ability to learn.

Already you have taught me about faith. I have seen your fierce heart beating, hope of hopes.

Already you have taught me about charity. See how your people gather around you in words, thoughts and prayers.

I have so much more to learn, but I am blessed to have you to teach me.

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