LUNCH WITH GOD
There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long
trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a
six-pack of root beer, and he started his journey. When he had gone about
three blocks, he met an old man. He was sitting in the park just staring at
some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was
about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man
looked hungry so he offered him a Twinkie. He gratefully accepted it and
smiled at him. His smile was so incredible that the boy wanted to see it
again, so he offered him a root beer. Once again, he smiled at him. The boy
was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they
never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he
got up to leave. Before he had gone more than a few steps; he turned around,
ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug. The old man gave him his biggest
smile ever. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time
later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked
him, “What did you do today that made you so happy ?” He replied, I had lunch
with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, You know what?
He’s got the most beautiful smile I have ever seen!” Meanwhile, the old man,
also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son asked,”Father, what did
you do today that made you so happy?” he replied, “I ate Twinkies in the park
with God.” But before his son responded, he added, “You know, he’s much
younger than I expected.”
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a
listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all which
have the potential to turn a life around.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Let God
use you as an instrument of His love. “We are pencils in the hands of a
loving God, who is writing love letters to the world.” – Mother Teresa
Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
remembering to fly…..
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