I was heading into a smaller version of a big box mega store with Kris. It was the midpoint of the Christmas season and the shopping frenzy was in full swing.
We had already passed by several monolithic monster stores, noticing the extraordinary amount of cars in the parking lots. “No way” I thought to myself. Visons of madness at the checkout lines danced in my head. By today’s standards, the one we chose was tiny. So there was hope that we could get what we needed with a minimum of stress.
Our mission that evening – find a few gifts for Peter from Kris.
As we walk from the car toward the front doors, we discuss the types of things Peter would like for Christmas. We decide that cookies and Goldfish crackers would be good choices. We can hear the familiar jingling of the Salvation Army bells.
“What is the story of those bells? Why are they ringing?” he asks.
I explain what the Salvation Army does in God’s name – help the poor, prepare hot meals for the hungry, shelter for the homeless and special Christmas and Thanksgiving meals.
He takes in what I’ve said. “Hmm, that’s good.”
We purchase our items and as we walk out the doors he asks me to carry the packages. I comply and walk ahead of him toward the ringing bells. I make a small donation and head to the car. Kris follows a few steps behind me.
“That man was very happy with me.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
“I gave $10.”
“Why did you give $10?”
“Because I like to help people.”
Yes you do, Kris. Yes you do.