There was a post office worker whose job it was to process all the mail that
had illegible addresses. One day a letter came addressed in a shaky
handwriting to God, with no actual address. He thought he should open it to
see what it was about.
The letter read:
Dear God,
I am an 83-year-old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday, someone
stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my
next pension check.
This next Thursday is Thanksgiving, and I have invited two of my friends
over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have
no family to turn to and you are my only hope.
Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other
workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with something to
contribute. By the time he made the rounds of all his colleagues, he had
collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and
the Thanksgiving dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
A few days after Thanksgiving another letter arrived from the same old lady,
with the same shaky handwriting, addressed to God. All the workers gathered
around while the letter was opened.
It read:
Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your
gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a
very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way,
there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those dirty crooks at the
post office!
With much thanks,
Edna
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”