Mother Holle

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Faith of Our Fairy Tales #13 (Original story / photo)

Story Scripture: Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people. – Ephesians 6:7

Story Saying: Everybody can be great…because anybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace, a soul generated by love. – Martin Luther King Jr.

Behind the Story: When we give of our money or time or some material possession do we give expecting to receive something in return? When we serve others do we do it to be seen? In the fairy tale story of Mother Holle, one girl (pretty and industrious) helped an old woman because she had a good heart and was not looking to gain anything from her kindness. The second girl (ugly and idle) helped an old woman – but only for a short time – because she wanted to be showered with golden rain.

When we give in order to get, we will not keep giving long because our expectations for getting will often be disappointed. The industrious girl in this story was showered with golden rain because she served wholeheartedly with no expectations of getting. On the other hand, the idle girl was showered with pitch because she served selfishly with every expectation of getting.

We must not only serve and help when we are being watched but must do so even when no one is around to see our good deed. As our story Scripture tells us, we must serve as if we were serving the Lord, not people. To do good is to do the will of God. And if we do the will of God, we should do it with all our heart.

The industrious girl’s longing for home is a reminder that no matter how “better off” we may think we are down here, an innate desire for our home is in the heart of every Christian. Thankfully, we do not have to sit by a well and spin until our fingers bleed in our Heavenly home. It is far, far better than this old world.

It’s perfectly fine to be home-sick.

One day, Christ will take us up again to live among our own people.

This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue.

The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.
– Jim Reeves

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