Oranges

I carried a big bag of oranges into the homeless shelter. Thinking I would pass them out later, I tucked the bag out of sight, behind some boxes in the broom closet. An hour later, talking to a few men at the shelter, it occurred to me that an orange would taste mighty good, and that this might be the right time ….. but I was interrupted. A man carried a big bag of oranges – my oranges! He handed me an orange, smiled radiantly, and said, “Bless you!” He gave away the oranges, blessing as he went, this time not the receiver of a gift, but the giver.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh