It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn't
yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our
local discount store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and
last minute shoppers jammed the aisles. Why did I come today? I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as my
head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted
nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if I didn't buy them anything. Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded
to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it
would mean at least a 20 minute wait. In front of me were two small children - a boy of about 5 and a younger
girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis
shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched
several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl's clothing resembled her brother's. Her head was a matted mass
of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face. She
carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house slippers. As the Christmas
music sounded in the store's stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key
but happily. When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl carefully placed
the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure. The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said. The boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the stand while he searched his
pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put
them back, " he bravely said. "We will come back some other time, maybe
tomorrow." With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But Jesus
would have loved these shoes, " she cried. "Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back,"
he said. Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited in
line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, "Thank
you lady." "What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked. The boy answered, "Our mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy said
she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in heaven are
shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't mommy be beautiful walking on
those streets to match these shoes?" My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear streaked face. "Yes" I
answered, "I am sure she will." Silently I thanked God for using these children to remind me of the true
spirit of giving."
WEBMASTER'S NOTE: Christmas
is not about the amount of money paid, nor the amount of gifts purchased, nor trying to
impress friends and relatives.
Christmas is about the love in your heart to share with those as Jesus Christ
has shared with each of us.
Christmas is about the Birth of Jesus whom God
sent to show the world how much he really loves us. Please show this love as we
think of the upcoming season.
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