by bedub1 on Thu Dec 20, 2007 1:59 am
‘Twas a couple nights before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Santa, some reindeer, some elves, a bunch of department stores, lots of card companies, some Santa’s with bells begging for money, bums on the street looking for a handout, and lots of ads on the television, commercializing the day beyond all hope. Yet in a small town, in the hills of a slightly populated State, nestled in between the majestic mountains covered in snow and the lake with ice forming on the edge, did a miracle appear. The miracle wasn’t like you hear of in the Bible, with men walking on water, or water turning into wine, or a loaf of bread feeding 5000. It was a realistic miracle, an everyday miracle that isn’t even seen as a miracle. Only with the light of God could can the miracle been seen.
After finishing a hard day of work, a man stepped out of his small office, and onto the street. Trudging through the freshly fallen snow to his car, the sound of a Choir singing in the distance, a Santa’s bell jingling in the air, he notices a $10 bill lying in the snow. What a lucky day he thinks to himself, picking it up, brushing off the snow, and placing it in his pocket. At the end of a long work day, without any further work until after the holiday, and nothing but a trip to the grocery store before the trip home to be with his wife, he is excited at the prospect of his find.
After hopping in his car, warming up and defrosting the windshield, he heads off to the grocery store for the necessary items his wife has requested. A quick jog through the store, filling up his cart, he gets in line to wait and pay. As typical, he finds himself trapped behind a little old lady, digging through her purse for the money to pay for her items. As she comes up $8.36 short, the clerk informs her she needs to remove some items from her cart in order to proceed. As he screams inside his head at this delay, his mind returns to the $10 bill in his pocket. His heart begins to warm as he reaches into his pocket, extracts the bill, and hands it to the teller. Merry Christmas he wishes the old woman. She smiles at him, takes the change, and heads off into the night.
Gently placing the groceries into her car, she waves at the kind man as he exits the grocery store. He smiles and waves back. Nimbly she settles into the car, and heads off into the night. Momentarily she arrives at her destination, and begins to unload her groceries. She gives a nod to a frigid man sitting on the street as she heads into the soup kitchen. He shivers and shakes, curling up against the harshness of the wind. Inside, unpacking the groceries, the cook begins to prepare the meal. As the aromas of food drift out the front door, the frigid man manages to lift himself up, pulling on the side of the building for support, and then stumbles into the building.
As he waddles into the line, the warmth of the building crashes over him like a wave on the beach. He picks up his bowl, and proceeds through the line. A simple meal and 15 minutes of rest on a warm bench inside the facility give him strength as he has never known. His soul is warmed, and he is able to stand up strong and firm and instead of stumble out of the building, he is able to walk upright like a normal person. As he crests the entrance of the building, he looks to the left as a young child runs out of the shadows and into the street, just as a bus is barreling down the road. With the agility of a cat, he darts into the street, and pulls the young child out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. The child with a look of shock on his face, smiles, looks both ways, and runs across the street to his waiting family.
Climbing into the back of the SUV, he and his parents head off to church for Mass. The child sneaks in the back, and manages to wind his way up onto the stage with the rest of the choir. As the final song is played, he steps up for his solo,, where he sings to the praises of the Lord and his wonderful actions. The congregation, normally quiet and subdued, rise to their feet as the pastor leads the way out, singing with enthusiasm and cheering with joy as the child’s voice resounds through the acoustics of the building. In the back, a rich old man has a tear brought in his eye at the wondrousness of the sound.
The old man follows the pastor out of the building, as singing echoes throughout the town. He hums to himself as he slowly meanders down the street, heading towards home. As he approaches the grocery store, the sound of the singing softy fades out, and the sound of a ringing bell fills his ears. He spies the Santa, huddled in the corner, ringing his bell. With a warm heart, he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, removes a dollar, and fails to notice the $10 bill fall into the snow. He gives the Santa the dollar and heads off into the night.
Only through God could a single $10 bill found in the snow buy the groceries to feed the man to save the boy to sing the song to warm the heart that drop the bill.....