Don’t Be A Publicity Hound, Give Your Alms In Secret

Public charity work only brings the praise of man

If all you want is for people to say you are a good person then perform your charitable works in public. Prepare a press kit of you feeding the mentally ill in your local public park on Thanksgiving Day and alert the media. You could start your own religion or become a Saint in somebody else’s organization like that gratuitous publicity hound Mother Theresa. As a semi-practicing Catholic in my opinion Mother Theresa’s strong suit is her self-promotion and she should have posed for publicity shots like the Dali Lama. However for Divine reward your charity should be performed in secret, or anonymously. Anyone can put up a good front in public when everybody is looking. If you do good when the public cannot see you and only God is looking then you set yourself up for heavenly reward.

The World English Bible translates Matthew Verse 6 as:

Be careful that you don’t do your charitable
giving before men, to be seen by them, or else
you have no reward from your Father who is in heaven.

Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a
trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the
synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory
of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

Giving in Private Brings God’s Grace

Giving to charity in secret may be the reason that my life is so good today. There is no way to prove it but my intuition tells me that my non-public giving to children is the secret to my success. My giving was also spur of the moment and came from the heart. Most of my secret giving was in the middle of the jungle where most of the witnesses were monkeys.

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What Is Charity?

In a way this blog is a secret charitable gift for children at risk for trafficking. After all exactly what is charitable giving? This website does not generate any income and therefore in a way this website is a charitable gift. It costs over $500/per year to host this website on GoDaddy and pay for security.

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By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean overeducated himself beyond his social station to end up a retired paralegal in the coastal paradise of West L.A.