WE MAY NEVER KNOW
A long time ago, a young,
wealthy girl was getting ready for bed. While saying her prayers, she heard a muffled
cry coming through her window. Although
a little frightened, she went over to the window and leaned out.
Another girl about her age was homeless and standing in the alley by the rich girl’s house. Her heart went out to the homeless girl since it was the dead of winter and the girl had no blanket, only old newspapers as a meager shield from the frigid cold. Suddenly struck with a brilliant idea, the rich girl called to the other girl and said, “You there, come to my front door please.”
The homeless girl was so startled she could only manage to nod.
As quick as her legs could carry her, the young girl ran down the hall to her mother’s closet, and picked out an old quilt and a beat up pillow. She walked slowly o the front door so as not to trip over the quilt she carried.
Dropping articles, she opened the door and standing there was the homeless girl, looking quite scared. The rich girl smiled warmly and handed both articles to the other girl. Her smile grew wider as she watched true amazement and joy lighting up the other girl’s face. The rich girl went to bed that night feeling incredibly satisfied.
By mid-morning the next day, a knock came to the door. The rich girl flew to the door hoping it was the other little girl there. She opened the large door and looked outside. It was the other little girl. Her face looked quite happy, and she smiled. “I suppose you want these back.”
The rich little girl opened her mouth to say that she could keep them when another idea popped into her head. “No, I want them back.”
The homeless girl’s face fell. This was not the answer she had hoped for. So reluctantly, she laid down the bed coverings and turned to leave when the rich girl yelled, “Wait! Stay right here.”
She turned in time to see the rich girl running up the stairs and down a long corridor. Deciding whatever the rich little girl was doing wasn’t worth waiting for she started to turn around and walk away. As her foot hit the first step, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, turning she saw the rich little girl, thrusting a new blanket and pillow at her. “Have these instead,” she said quietly.
These were her own personal bed linens, made of silk and down feathers.
As the two grew older they didn’t see each other much, but they were never far from each other’s minds. One day, the rich girl, who was now a rich woman got a telephone call from someone. It was a lawyer requesting to see her.
When she arrived at the office, he told her what had happened. Forty years ago, when she was nine years old, she had helped a little girl in need. That girl grew into a middle-class woman with a husband and two children. She recently passed away and left a little something for her in her will. “Although,” the lawyer continued, “it's the most peculiar thing. She left you a pillow and a blanket.”
Another girl about her age was homeless and standing in the alley by the rich girl’s house. Her heart went out to the homeless girl since it was the dead of winter and the girl had no blanket, only old newspapers as a meager shield from the frigid cold. Suddenly struck with a brilliant idea, the rich girl called to the other girl and said, “You there, come to my front door please.”
The homeless girl was so startled she could only manage to nod.
As quick as her legs could carry her, the young girl ran down the hall to her mother’s closet, and picked out an old quilt and a beat up pillow. She walked slowly o the front door so as not to trip over the quilt she carried.
Dropping articles, she opened the door and standing there was the homeless girl, looking quite scared. The rich girl smiled warmly and handed both articles to the other girl. Her smile grew wider as she watched true amazement and joy lighting up the other girl’s face. The rich girl went to bed that night feeling incredibly satisfied.
By mid-morning the next day, a knock came to the door. The rich girl flew to the door hoping it was the other little girl there. She opened the large door and looked outside. It was the other little girl. Her face looked quite happy, and she smiled. “I suppose you want these back.”
The rich little girl opened her mouth to say that she could keep them when another idea popped into her head. “No, I want them back.”
The homeless girl’s face fell. This was not the answer she had hoped for. So reluctantly, she laid down the bed coverings and turned to leave when the rich girl yelled, “Wait! Stay right here.”
She turned in time to see the rich girl running up the stairs and down a long corridor. Deciding whatever the rich little girl was doing wasn’t worth waiting for she started to turn around and walk away. As her foot hit the first step, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, turning she saw the rich little girl, thrusting a new blanket and pillow at her. “Have these instead,” she said quietly.
These were her own personal bed linens, made of silk and down feathers.
As the two grew older they didn’t see each other much, but they were never far from each other’s minds. One day, the rich girl, who was now a rich woman got a telephone call from someone. It was a lawyer requesting to see her.
When she arrived at the office, he told her what had happened. Forty years ago, when she was nine years old, she had helped a little girl in need. That girl grew into a middle-class woman with a husband and two children. She recently passed away and left a little something for her in her will. “Although,” the lawyer continued, “it's the most peculiar thing. She left you a pillow and a blanket.”
The rich woman sighed and
cried, as she held her old bed linens in her arms.
You see, we don’t have to
do the great things in life in order to please our God. As a matter of fact, Jesus said, “Inasmuch as
you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to me.”
(Matthew 25:40, NKJV)
One of my favorite songs by
The Winans contains these lyrics:
For we may never know all the people we have touched,
For we may never know all the lives that we have reached;
But we know You know - for our record You do keep
For we may never know all the lives that we have reached;
But we know You know - for our record You do keep
And when the end does finally
begin
We will receive a great reward for what we've done.
We will receive a great reward for what we've done.
Be encouraged to keep on keepin’ on! It will be worth it all when we see Jesus.
Sisters and brothers, be continually
blessed, and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET OUR SOON
COMING KING. Maranatha!
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