What Love looks like…

Matthew 25:40 “And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”

Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby

didn’t wear boots; he didn’t like them and anyway he didn’t own any.

The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor

job of keeping out the cold.

 

Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as

he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother’s Christmas

gift. He shook his head as he thought, “This is useless, even if I do

come up with an idea, I don’t have any money to spend.”

 

Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five

had struggled. It wasn’t because his mother didn’t care, or try, there just

never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the

small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far.

 

What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made

up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister,

who ran the household in their mother’s absence?

 

All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother.

Some how it just wasn’t fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he

had nothing.

 

Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk

down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn’t easy being

six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to.

 

Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window.

Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach. It was starting to

get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his

eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun’s rays reflecting off of something

along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime.

 

Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment.

As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire

body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned

cold when salesperson after salesperson told him that he could not buy

anything with only a dime.

 

He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner

asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could

buy one flower for his mother’s Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at

Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder

and said to him, “You just wait here and I’ll see what I can do for you.”

 

As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a

boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The sound of the door

closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back to reality.

All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid.

 

Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before

Bobby’s eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny

white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby’s heart sank as

the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box.

 

“That will be ten cents young man.” the shop owner said reaching out his

hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime.

Could this be true?  No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing

the boy’s reluctance, the shop owner added, “I just happened to have some

roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?”

 

This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into

his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was

holding for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, “Merry Christmas, son.”

 

As he returned inside, the shop keepers wife walked out. “Who were you

talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?”

 

Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied,

“A strange thing happened to me this morning.  Just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.  When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago.

 

The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped

out’ into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn’t feel cold at all.

 

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2 Thes 1:3 “We ought always to thank God for you, brothers,

and rightly so, because your faith is growing more and more,

and the love every one of you has for each other is increasing.”

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