2 Corinthians 9:6 Message
When I was a child, the twelve year old girls Sunday School class was taught by Mrs. Lounette, a widow with a heart of gold. When Christmas came around that year, she presented our class with a choice. We could spend our treasury on a Christmas party for ourselves or.... we could buy clothes and groceries for a needy family. She gave us some time to think it over.
I wouldn't be telling this story if we had decided on the party. The cupcakes and Coca Cola would have been long forgotten.
So we all went together to buy socks and gloves for the young children. When we got to the grocery store, our little fund seemed to buy more than we thought, as the owner, Mrs. Woods, piled a fat turkey, bag after bag of groceries, and peppermint sticks into our cart.
I still remember stepping up on the uneven planks of the slanting porch and seeing the door open - the mother so young and thin, the children peeking from behind her skirt. Although it was a cold gray December day, the kids were barefoot and the house was chilly, with only a small coal heater.
How happy they were opening their gifts. We left three kids with big smiles, warm toes, and sticky faces, and more gratitude in our own hearts.