“and they told about the things that happened on the road, and how He was made known to them in the breaking of bread” (Luke 24:35) . . . Or in the simple gift of coffee and a donut.
This summer I went on vacation with my dad for the first time in 40 years, but that’s not what this blog post is about. It’s about the enormous power of kindness. My dad had two long days of driving from Florida, 400 miles each – to get to us on the beaches of the Carolinas. He was exhausted when he arrived but told us over dinner that when he went to pay at the last rest stop for his coffee & donut the cashier said that the gentleman in front of him (an African American man) had already paid for his order.
My dad knew his appearance, because they had chatted briefly in line. He hurried from the register to look for the kind stranger to give thanks but found that he had already left.
I was so overjoyed to hear that, in his absence my dad thanked God for the man, the coffee, the donut and the gift. ❤️ The next morning I read the scripture above in my daily readings and it brought to mind my dad’s encounter.
To be honest, the whole story had me almost crying but we were in a restaurant, so I kept it in check…. But I asked my dad if the gentleman left him a card with a scripture verse – because our local Christian radio has the “Drive thru Difference”.
You pay for the person behind you but leave the card that says someone cares and has a scripture verse – but nothing. So it was just out of the pure goodness of his heart that he did it.
No promotions – no gimmicks – no recognition.
Just good – uplifting – kind.
Grace working in the lives of ordinary people.