A cluster of teenagers huddled outside Shaw’s Market, some handing out flyers upon entering, others looking for donations as you exited. All goods headed for Gloucester’s food pantry.
I’d come for flour and sugar but took the flyer to be polite.
Somewhere between taking their orange flyer and returning to my car, God grabbed my heart, purse and cart. Off we went, collecting food for strangers. Trust me, this is not my natural bent. I can be selfish, self-absorbed, all about me, mine and my kind. But Sundays, when I vow to love God and my neighbor as myself, should mean more than a mumbled acknowledgement with a polite nod towards heaven.
Pure fun, filling the sleigh with tuna fish, peanut butter, canned vegetables, fruit, cereal, soups and more. I felt like Scrooge after he woke up from his nightmares and realized he had another chance to get it right.
My sack held just six items. Whoever leaves with exactly the two things they came inside to buy?!
Once outside, I stopped at the folding table stacked with empty boxes and tended by three hopeful teenagers. I handed a bag containing a couple of large cereal boxes. (Cereal’s not cheap.) They smiled and said, “Thanks so much. We appreciate your donation.”
Then, I pointed to my cart, filled with packages.
They stood wide-eyed and said, “All of this?”
“Yes! All of it.”
Such a paltry exchange, for God’s lavish provision.
May your Thanksgiving be stuffed with an awareness of so many blessings you exclaim, “All of this?!”
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