When you look back at yourself many years from now, and ask
whether you lived the way you determined you should, do the thing
expected and ponder whether life could have been greener; but do this
with the knowledge that there is more to you now, as then, than you
realize; and whatever you do, do not look too deeply, for the life you
chose was just that: a choice. It was given to you. You did not earn it,
and you will not keep it, so do from here on the things you were afraid
to do, and say from here on the things you wished you had before. Then,
when you've finished wandering the broad halls of regret, look then
straight ahead, into your own eyes, and know that you were and are a
gift from the Father, whose life gave meaning to those around you,
whether you knew it or not. Every life is a life of
substance, whose value will become all the clearer when you stand with
the one who made it. "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror,"
Paul declares. "Then we shall see face to face." Live the rest of your
life, then, knowing that there is in you a light from the Father, in
whose radiance you will soon stand, free from accusation.
My social studies students and I are studying Islam right now. The other day, we were reading about one of the Five Pillars, zakat (charity in Islam that means "that which purifies"). Muslims believe that giving away money helps to purify it and also "safeguards [them] against miserliness" (1). I asked the class if this was true, that giving money away makes us less greedy. They generally agreed that it does. I wanted to test whether or not they really believed this, so I handed a volunteer a $10 bill. I told the class that I would ask for the bill back the next day. I said that they should pass the bill around among their classmates, and that as a result, there would be no way for me to know who had the bill. For that reason, whoever wanted to keep the money could keep it. Even if I did learn who kept it, I told them, I would not punish that person. I wanted them to be motivated by their own honesty. The next day, I asked for the bill, and a student handed it to me...
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