One morning in Tea Ceremony class, I
Soon enough, a middle-aged man looking
He’s an honest-looking fellow, who talks a tad too loud, and had hair that stuck up like how little boys wake up for school forgetting to comb or pat down their hair. But – he’s a middle-aged man.
This fellow came to pay our teacher a visit. It has been a while since he had seen her. He used to practice Tea ceremony as well. He brought a box of sweets with him and was polite.
While he and our teacher was conversing, because of the funny way he talked, I and the other student couldn’t help but giggle to ourselves. He
When the man left, our teacher remarked, not to us directly, but looking afar,
“He is a very pure.”
Immediately, we wiped our faces clean of any remnant of a smirk or a giggle.
We got a slap on our hands without an actual slap. I realise that we judged the man from how he looked, not how he was as a person. And
I’ve shared this story with the next generation – a young boy, a son of my friend’s. After telling him the story, I asked him what he thought. He said it sounded like one of those ‘God stories’ – which I think he meant it sounded like one of those stories with a moral he hears at church. (＾v＾)
Do you remind yourself to see what’s beneath the surface, or just the surface?