I stepped into the classroom with one gift and that was to learn. Over the course of five years my brain had become numb with knowledge. I’d learned about everything. My favorite book in class was a fiction novel called: “The Poor Servant.”
The book was serious, it spoke on things that were dear to my heart like religion. The main character would place himself in situations that the average person could not get out of. My favorite chapter had a lot to do with Christmas. The character Henry Steele purposely accumulated debt to see who would actually help him out when he needed it the most. This character idea was awesome. There were times in the story where thugs had beaten him and people kicked him off of public property because he had nothing left. The most amazing part about the story is how he played the poor role for so long but really had over one billion dollars hiding under ground. The story then went to another level when Henry decided to turn the tables after finding out the true nature of people. He served while poor and took a beating on purpose only to find out that the people who helped him were the people he least expected. The story ends with Henry finding out that without a belief in something greater that life is meaningless. He finds his greater belief learning how to celebrate the holidays with family and friends. The most fundamental principle learned from the book had a lot to do with thinking. Here was a man, Henry Steele, who took a beating for about half of his life to make himself stronger. He watched as people wasted everything and lived it up only to have to answer to him in the end. The most amazing part about the story is that after everything is used up, he ends up rebuilding the town with the money he collected and stored underground at his mother’s old property that she left him when she died.
This holiday I pray that we all take the time to believe in something greater. Something divine, something that turns poor servants into unlikely heroes.
Happy Holidays & Merry Christmas
No comments:
Post a Comment