He is only eight years and five months old (today!) but he has the heart of a much older, wiser man. A man of grace and character and I am terribly pleased he is my grandson.
After our big and scrumptious Thanksgiving feast, we had planned a walk, and with our bellies full and hearts light we leashed Sam and set off towards town.
A lady approached us, “Would you have any spare change?” I shrugged and apologized, “Nothing with me – I’m sorry – happy thanksgiving…” Seemed so inappropriate to say happy thanksgiving – how could this day be a day of giving thanks when one had to beg for change. We walked on. I turned around once but she was gone.
The boy and I talked about the shops and music lessons and then we saw him. A man sleeping on the city bench. All curled up like a baby not wanting to wake. His clothes were dirty and his hair scraggly. We continued to walk with few words between us. Then as if the seed was planted at the very same time in both our thoughts, “Let’s go fix a big plate of food and bring it back.”
To the house. To the table ladened with platters and bowls and gravy boats and bread baskets. The boy’s Mom got down a real plate. The boy’s Dad started piling the food. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, cranberry relish, rolls, gravy. “That’s plenty!” I said. “Can’t forget dessert.” And, he continued filling the spaces on that China plate. The offering was wrapped in foil and with perma-marker in big letters, “LOVE, GOD.” A bottled water nestled down in the tower of foil.
As we drove toward the bench the boy and I prayed together “Lord please provide an easy approach – not offending nor startling the sleeping man.” A van was parked in the spot near the bench and a nicely-dressed man came out of a shoppe to the van, we asked him if he would place the platter near the man. He was happy to help. God provided the solution.
Twenty minutes later we drove back by – the man and the food were gone. The boy and I felt full to overflowing.
Serve the Lord with gladness! Come before His presence with singing!
Sheep feeding sheep – the Shepherd is pleased.