(Here is an email I recieved.)
The story begins with a nine-year-old boy who was being raised
by a single mother. He never met his father, but his hard-working mother put in 72 hours lots of weeks just to make ends meet. He had a sister two years older than himself, and they worked a garden to raise vegetables to eat and to sell.
There was some help from the state welfare agencies. A
free-lunch program at school helped feed him and his sister. And the little family felt blessed when they were able to move into a nicer house in a better neighborhood.

Across the street from the new house lived a kind Christian
lady. She was not particularly noteworthy. She didn't teach Sunday School. Her own husband wasn't a Christian, and their children followed their dad's lead and were pretty indifferent to faith. On a given Saturday, however, she saw the little boy and his sister playing in the yard. She asked if they would like to go with her to Sunday School the next day. As much from curiosity as anything
else, they decided to go. And their exhausted mother gave permission. It would give her a bit of a break.
With whatever flaws there may have been in that little church,
it opened up a whole new world to those two children. For the first time ever, they heard names such as Noah and Moses. They read Scripture and learned the story of Jesus of Nazareth. They saw people who cared about each other and
whose lives were somehow different. It made an impression. They accepted Christ in that little community of faith. They were baptized there. They grew up there.

College, time in the U.S. Army, marriage, children - all these
came in time to that little boy. Success in business has allowed him to bless many good works with generous gifts. He has been a faithful teacher and occasional preacher of the Good News. He has even had opportunities to teach in several foreign countries. He and his wife have taken in a number of foster
children. Some of the more recent ones have been unwed mothers. Shades of his own childhood!
But Jack told me the story with less concern about the little
boy who became a godly man than to speak of that woman across the street from a family without a father. She noticed and cared. Without benefit of psychology or training in Christian ministry, she did something that most of us might
have thought was inconsequential. She cared enough to invite them to Sunday School. There they found their real father - the Father of their Spirits, who gave them a new life.
Jack knows the details of the story well, for he was that little
boy. And he loves to tell the story of Kathleen Callen's invitation to Sunday School that day. He hopes that it might encourage someone else to do something, say something, or give something that could make a difference in another person's life.

Things that look small are often the things that make all the
difference.

 

 

Have a wonderful Sunday and blessed week.

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lilbit04
Jun. 1, 2008 at 4:41 AM WOW thanks for posting this!!!!!!!!!

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bigmo...
Jun. 1, 2008 at 10:42 AM Wonderful post. Thank you!

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Jun. 1, 2008 at 2:16 PM

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