A great memory from two years ago: My wife called to me from the kitchen saying
she needed me to go to the grocery store for her. I was tired of reading, so I jumped up,
grabbed the shopping list, and headed for the car. I parked at Wall-Mart and walked toward the
door. But as I scanned over the items on
the list, my heart sank. My wife had not
been specific. Now this may not seem to
be a problem to you, but it was for me.
I knew better. There are so many
ways that a man can mess up if the list isn’t specific. Creamy or crunchy peanut butter? Great Value or Peter Pan? Small, medium, or large? But I was prepared. I pulled out my cell phone. I was not going to be trapped. As I quizzed my wife on the first item, she
reminded me that the groceries were for Brother So-and-so, a dear brother at
church has been laid up for several weeks now, and our church is having an
old-fashioned pounding for him tomorrow.
As I ended the call, a warm feeling spread over me. Hey, I couldn’t mess up. Whatever I picked would be right. This was fun.
Then, as I reached for the Great Value strawberry jam, I had another
wonderful thought. This was no ordinary
shopping trip; this was a spiritual shopping trip! This wasn’t for me; this was for the
Lord. So, I put back the Great Value jam
and picked out Smucker’s Jam and put it into my basket. It felt good.
As I pulled items off the shelves, I smiled. I was doing God’s work. When I got to the check-out, I even hoped
that the total would be larger than it was.
Driving home, I remembered the words of Jesus that Paul quoted in Acts
20:35, “… It is more blessed to give than to receive.” It was then that I realized that those words
were true. Tomorrow my brother in Christ
will be blessed, but tonight, I am blessed.
Thank you, Lord.
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