Children, In Sunday’s Gospel, Matthew 25:14-30, Jesus tells to “not to hide our talents but use them wisely”
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How fortunate for the world that her poems were found and that others valued them enough to see that they were published. All of the poems of Emily Dickinson have now been published and thousands of readers take pleasure in the beauty and rhythm of her words.
Jesus tells a story, which is recorded in the Bible, about the problem of hiding your talents. In Biblical times a talent was a type of money. The story Jesus told is this: A man called his servants and gave his property to them. “To one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one; to each according to his own ability. Then he went on his journey” (25:15).
After a long time he came back and found that the servant who had been given five talents put the money to good use and made five more talents. The servant who had been given two talents did the same thing and made two more talents. The servant who had been given one talent was afraid, dug a hole in the ground and hid his talent. His talent (money) did not increase.
God gives each person gifts “according to his ability.” These gifts, or what we now think of as talents, are entrusted to us. That means we are trusted by God to take care of these talents and put them to good use so others can benefit from our gifts. Find your talent, don’t hide it; share it with the world.
How do you think you should use your talents as Jesus would want you to?
Closing prayer: God thank you for the talents you have given me. Let me use those talents to the best of my ability and let me share them for the good of others. Amen
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.