All those dry faces with cold looks were ready to suck my inner strength. None of the motivational verses seemed to work. They were determined not to be influenced by any positive thoughts. They were so comfortable with their melancholic, mechanical atmosphere. All the verses on positive attitude seemed to be fruitless. I could sense an invisible solid wall between me and my audience.

This class is my least favorite one. Once in a month I visit this class just because I have to and it is a part of my job. I am being paid for it. I talk about values to these people. They listen to me just because they are instructed by their authority.I can always sense the cold annoyance on their faces. They were just waiting for me to finish. One of them even reminded me about shortening the session. Such a tiring job!

What is the use of talking about values to these people? Suddenly, I saw a very eager face looking towards me the entire time. I never saw that face before. She was receiving each and every word of mine so eagerly. I immediately became energized. I talked more vibrantly. After the session, that girl shared her story with me. She shared that how these values session help her to confront the everyday injustice in a more bold way.

Her joyful eager eyes touched my heart. I needed that encouragement.  I remembered the famous sower parable. He explained how different soils received the same seed in different ways. Right before me was the good soil!

^“But the seed falling on good soil refers to someone who hears the word and understands it. This is the one who produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.”

Thank you, God! I love you!