1. Acting God
“There you are, Helen,” her mother said as Helen wandered through the
front door. “I was wondering about you.”
Eight-year-old Helen had stood on the train station platform, watching
the soldiers disembarking from the compartments while being greeted by
cheering friends and family. World War II had finally ended and many soldiers
were returning to their homes and countries. Helen imagined how nice it
would have been if her father would have gotten off that train too. But she
knew that wouldn’t happen. Her father had died in the war.
“I was watching the soldiers return. All the families were so happy to be
together again. Some people were singing. There was even a girl my age
greeting her daddy.”
“I’m so glad the war is over!” Helen said.
“Me too,” her mother replied as she hugged her daughter.
“Would you mind putting on the water to boil for tea?” her mother asked.
“Supper is almost ready.”
Helen filled the gray kettle with water.
“While at the train station I was thinking…,” she hesitantly began.
“About?”
“Well, I wish Daddy had also returned home from the war. I miss him very
much! However, I don’t feel sad for Daddy because I know that he is in
heaven. But we’re not the only ones who lost someone in the war. Like Mrs.
Elda across the street. Almost every time I pass her, it seems she is crying.”
“Yes, darling,” Mother said. “We miss Daddy very much, and it hurts to
not have him with us, but Jesus is taking good care of us. He has provided a
house for us to live in, we have food for every meal, the sun shines, and my
Helen still smiles.”
Mother tickled her and Helen laughed.
World War II
In terms of lives lost and destruction, World
War II is considered to be one of the most
devastating wars in history. It began as a
European conflict, but soon grew to include
many more nations of the world, notably the
United States and Japan. It lasted for four
years and ended in 1945.
2. “Mother, I wish others could experience the comfort we receive
from God. How can we help other people to be happier?”
“They need to see God’s love put into action,” said her mother.
“Hmmm.”
Mother stopped her cooking, knelt down, and took Helen’s
hands in hers. “Let’s say I wanted you to go to people who have
never met us and to tell them how I look. How would you do it?”
Helen thought for a moment. “Maybe I’d draw them a picture of
you. Then they’d know.”
“Very good! Now if God asks us to show people what He is like,
how do you think we can do that?”
Helen seemed puzzled. “Well, we can tell them what He says in
the Bible. But I can’t draw a picture of God because I haven’t seen
Him.”
“Yes, it’s true we don’t know how God looks. But don’t we know
how He acts? What is God? God is…”
“Love,” Helen answered.
“So what can we do to help people know what God is like and
who He is?”
“Be kind to them?”
“Yes, my darling. And when people see you act like God by
being kind, then they’ll want to get to know Him better.”
“I’m going to do that, Mother. I’m going to try to act like God by
doing something kind every day. Maybe I can bring flowers to Mrs.
Elda tomorrow and see how she’s doing.”
Mother hugged Helen.
***
After school the next day, Helen ran to Mrs. Elda’s house.
Knock, knock!
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Elda! This is for you.”
The cheery words brightened the elderly woman’s face
as she reached out a frail hand to receive a yellow flower.
“Why, thank you,” Mrs. Elda replied in surprise.
“Have a nice day. See you tomorrow!” Helen called as
she skipped back down the path.
3. At home, Helen pulled out her journal and wrote at the top of
one of the pages: “Acting God,” and under the title, she wrote,
“Gave a flower to Mrs. Elda.”
Throughout the week Helen tried to do something each day
to “act God” for someone. Soon the journal page had six more
phrases:
—Helped Mrs. Aubrey bring her laundry in from the rain.
—Played catch with the boy at the park in a wheelchair.
—Hugged Mrs. Elda.
—Forgave my little sister after she hit me.
—Read for Grandpa—his eyes are so sore.
—Made Mother’s bed.
Helen smiled as she read over the list. She felt happy to know
that in her own way she was showing people what God is like.
After several weeks of doing something kind each day, the
phrases in Helen’s notebook started getting longer and the
entries would appear with more frequency. One day’s entry
read: “I finally told Henry (the boy in a wheelchair) about how
Jesus died so we could know God’s love and be with Him in
heaven. He said he wanted to know Jesus too! I prayed with
Henry today.”
At eight years old, Helen’s deeds of kindness began to
change those around her.
One day, Helen saw a young man throwing rocks into a pond
and seemed rather upset.
“Hello,” Helen said. “Nice day, isn’t it?”
“It’s a horrible day, and I’d rather not talk,” the young man
replied.
Helen smiled. “How would you like these?”
She opened the bag she was carrying and took out three fresh
jam tarts and handed them to him. “My mother made them, and
I think you might enjoy them.”
Then Helen skipped away.
4. Several days later while walking with her
mother, Helen met the young man again. This
time he thanked Helen and her mother for the jam
tarts and introduced himself as Philip.
Helen’s mother invited Philip back to their home
for more jam tarts, at which time he opened up
about what was weighing so heavily on his heart.
“As a child I had many dreams about what I
wanted to be,” he began. “One of those dreams
was to be a pilot, and as soon as I was old enough,
I joined the air force, where I was taught to fly.
“Then the war happened. My best friend and I
were pilots in the war. His plane crashed on one of
his missions, and I never saw him again.”
At this, the young man started crying. “Helen,
that day you handed me the jam tarts was his
birthday.”
Helen’s mother softly patted Philip’s arm. “I think
we have an idea about how you feel,” she said.
“My father was killed in the war too,” explained
Helen.
Philip became friends with Helen and her
mother and visited them frequently. Helen would
often tell Philip stories of the ways she could see
God’s love showing through things that happened
to her. Sometimes she read from her favorite
children’s Bible with Philip during his visits, and, one
day, he too prayed that Jesus would help and be
with him.
After this, Philip started telling his military
friends about Jesus and Helen. At times, Helen’s
mother encouraged Philip to invite his friends to
their home for dinner or for a fun activity and an
opportunity to learn more about Jesus.
*
As time passed, a positive change came over
the town where Helen lived. People knew Helen
as “the girl who spread kindness.” Neighboring
towns soon heard of her influence, and other girls
and boys decided to do what she was doing.
Helen was no longer only doing one or two kind
things each day; in fact, she could hardly keep
count anymore. Nevertheless, she still wrote down
each kind deed she remembered at the day’s
end, and soon she had several little notebooks of
records.