12 August 2015

A few years ago, at the end of the school year, an incident happened between a teacher and some high school students. She said, he said, they said … and the whole thing became huge.
Rumours where spread and soon, pretty much everybody was talking about it.

I walked into the class to find the students kind of upset and the atmosphere edgy.

It was clear to me we had to deal with this, so I decided to tell them a carefully chosen story. 

I told them that I was touched by a film I watched the other night and I would share the story with them.
Afterall, nobody likes being preached to, but everybody loves a good story.

Scene from the film “Doubt” , when Father Flynn gives a sermon on gossip:

“ A woman was gossiping with a friend about a man she hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this - that night she had a dream. A great hand appeared over her and pointed down at her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession.
She got the old parish priest, Father O’Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. “Is gossiping a sin?” she asked the old man. “Was that the hand of God Almighty pointing a finger at me? Should I be asking your absolution? Father, tell me, have I done something wrong?”
“Yes!” Father O’Rourke answered her. “Yes, you ignorant, badly brought-up female! You have borne false witness against your neighbor, you have played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed!”
So the woman said she was sorry and asked for forgiveness. “Not so fast!” says O’Rourke. “I want you to go home, take a pillow up on your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me!”
So the woman went home, took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to the roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. “Did you gut the pillow with the knife?” he says.”Yes, Father.” “And what was the result?” “Feathers,” she said. A world of feathers.
“Feathers?” he repeated. “Feathers everywhere, Father!”
“Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out on the wind!”
“Well,” she said, “it can’t be done. I don’t know where they went. The wind took them all over.”
”And that,” said Father O’Rourke, “is gossip!” ”

painting: We Shall Not Go to The Market Today, by Paul Gauguin

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  • Comment Link Vivi 13 August 2015 posted by Vivi

    That was a brilliant story!!! A picture vividly painted in our minds! A message wonderfully communicated


How can a person be described within just a few words?
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