On a typical Sunday morning, after worship and the sermon, the people of our wee congregation tend to do their thing and, you know, congregate. Unlike days of old where you attended Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday evening, and—on good weeks—revival meeting Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings … we have but one day a week to see one another and catch up. It takes time, don’t you know.
But not yesterday. Yesterday was an exodus like none other. After all, we had to make it downstairs for Hannah and Sasha’s Super Sale, where, as Hannah so aptly put it, “People [were] going crazy!”
Could you blame us? There was handmade jewelry, flower magnets, notecards—there was a raffle—there were chocolate chip cookies and pies. Oh, the pies! You know that wedding banquet of which the Bible speaks? That pie is bound to be on the menu. Pretty sure.
It was a grand time—and all because one Little Miss got together with another Little Miss, and decided they wanted to raise money for those in need. If it weren’t for them, us adults would have done as we do each week. We would have chatted a bit—then promptly took our quarters and dollar bills home. After all, what good could chump change do?
I dare say, we’ll never find out if we don’t have the faith of a child.
You see, sometimes the smallest shoes make the biggest prints … sometimes breaking bread comes in the form of chatter over a slice of chocolate cream pie … sometimes all we have to give is a pittance and sometimes that’s more than enough.