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snarflemike
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This happened to me yesterday, and it seemed worth sharing. My wife and I went grocery shopping and in the parking lot we saw a very stooped old man ever-so-slowly taking grocery bags out of a cart and putting them on the ground. He had to pause between each bag, and he was the most infirm person still able to walk that I have ever seen. We walked over and asked if we could help, and by then he only had one bag left in the cart, and he asked if we could put that bag on the ground, so of course we did. He said he was waiting for a taxi.
We then went into the store and did our shopping, and I thought “I wish we could have done more.” After we were done and came out of the store, to our surprise there he was again, now slowly and painfully putting his five bags back into the cart. We went up to him and he said the taxi company was closed. I have no idea what he was planning to do, but we offered to drive him to his home and he accepted. We loaded up his bags and drove him to his nearby apartment and brought his groceries in for him.
As we left I was flooded for the next half hour by an incredible sense of joy, and the tears were flowing freely. I knew that God had put us together, each as a gift to the other, and that what we did for that man we did for Jesus, and I was overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude that I had been offered such a clear opportunity to do the will of God. The joy and gratitude was out of all proportion to what we actually did, but it was real, and it was intense, and it was a pure gift, and it was without question a foretaste of heaven.
We then went into the store and did our shopping, and I thought “I wish we could have done more.” After we were done and came out of the store, to our surprise there he was again, now slowly and painfully putting his five bags back into the cart. We went up to him and he said the taxi company was closed. I have no idea what he was planning to do, but we offered to drive him to his home and he accepted. We loaded up his bags and drove him to his nearby apartment and brought his groceries in for him.
As we left I was flooded for the next half hour by an incredible sense of joy, and the tears were flowing freely. I knew that God had put us together, each as a gift to the other, and that what we did for that man we did for Jesus, and I was overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude that I had been offered such a clear opportunity to do the will of God. The joy and gratitude was out of all proportion to what we actually did, but it was real, and it was intense, and it was a pure gift, and it was without question a foretaste of heaven.
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