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Spiritism for
Kids
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Célia Xavier
Camargo -
Portuguese
Spanish |
Year 7 - N° 342 – December 15, 2013 |
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Translation
Johnny Silveira
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Celebrating
Christmas
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In one of the
rooms of an old
house there were
several musical
instruments.
The old house
was inhabited by
a family which
for generations
had members that
loved the art of
music and there
they had a
beautiful piano,
a violin, a
guitar, a cello
and a flute.
Whenever there
was a
celebration in
the house, they
were called to
play,
contributing to
the joy and
entertainment of
the guests at
the hands of the
family members,
charming
everyone.
With great
pleasure, the
instruments were
dusted, polished
and taken to the
presence of
elegant and
refined people.
At the end of
the presentation,
the applause of
all would fill
them with
satisfaction and
pride.
In the following
days the piano,
the violin, the
guitar and the
cello would not
talk about
anything else.
They remembered
the songs and
each one's
contribution,
extolling their
own performance.
The Grand Piano,
inflating its
chest with pride,
claimed:
- Ah! What a
great night,
thanks to my
efficiency.
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The violin, from
its corner,
retorted with a
frown:
- You're wrong,
Mr. Piano. It
was thanks to
the delicacy of
my sound that
people were
moved.
- Yeah, right!
My sound is
unmistakable and
enhances the
execution of the
melody – the
Cello growled
with its deep
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The guitar, from
its stand,
pompously
considered:
- Make no
mistake. The
truth is that my
solo part
charmed everyone!
Thus they spoke,
praising their
own virtues,
while the shy
Flute cowered
away from its
companions.
The Piano,
arrogant and
smug, from the
top of its
greatness,
looked at the
Flute and asked:
- And you, Flute,
will not say
anything?
The humble Flute
felling tiny and
fragile sighed
and talked with
its sweet and
pitch perfect
voice:
- Oh! I
recognize that I
cannot compete
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The other
instruments
exchanged a look
of understanding
and smiled,
agreeing with
her.
And so the days
passed.
The year was
almost over and
the holidays
approached.
On Christmas Eve,
a big party was
expected at the
mansion and the
instruments were
preparing for
another
presentation.
The servants
took care of the
preparations.
Ornaments,
lights, and a
beautiful
Christmas tree
were assembled
in the great
room. The
Christmas spirit
took hold of
everyone. There
would be a
reenactment of
the arrival of
Jesus to the
world, with the
participation of
the family
members.
To do so, a
scenic set was
placed near the
big tree: a
stable with
various animals
like sheep, oxen,
cows, horses and
a donkey. A
young man and a
young woman
would play the
role of Jesus'
parents Mary and
Joseph.
Everything was
ready, when
someone asked:
- Daddy, what
about the music?
We forgot the
music!
The instruments
were awaiting
with intense
anticipation.
Which would be
played? Would it
be the Piano?
Maybe the Violin?
The head of the
family stopped
what he was
doing, thought
for a minute,
and decided:
- I wish the
music to be
light, soft and
delicate, just
like the
important moment
to humanity that
will be
represented here
tonight. To
honor Jesus, our
Divine Master, I
think the
background music
should be played
with our beloved
Flute, performed
by my grandson
James. The flute's
humility is more
in line with
this moment and
the evangelical
lessons.
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Thus, as the
party started,
the delicate
sound of the
Flute was played
by a child as
the background
music for the
play that
reenacted the
birth of Jesus,
which moved all
in attendance,
cradling their
hearts and
raising everyone's
thoughts to the
Divine Birthday
boy, as they
remembered His
passage through
the earth, and
sending Him
tender and
loving
vibrations of
undying
gratitude.
Once it was over
all embraced,
repeating:
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- MERRY
CHRISTMAS!... |
Aunt Celia
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