Pattern
of Love
By Jack Smith
I didn’t question Timmy, age nine, or
his seven-year old brother Billy about the brown wrapping paper they passed
back and forth between them as we visited each store.
Every year at Christmas time, our
Service Club takes the children from poor families in our town on a personally
conducted shopping store. I was assigned Timmy and Billy, whose father was out
of work. After giving them the allotted $4 each, we began our trip. At
different stores I mad suggestions, but always their answer was a solemn shake
of the head, no. Finally, I asked, “Where would you suggest we look?”
“Could we go to a shoe store, Sir?”
answered Timmy. “We’d like a pair of shoes for our Daddy so he can go to work.”
In the shoe store the clerk asked what
the boys wanted. Out came the brown paper. “We want a pair of work shoes to fit
this foot,” they said.
Billy explained that it was a pattern
of their Daddy’s foot. They had drawn it while he was asleep in a chair.
The clerk held the paper against a
measuring stick, then walked away. Soon he came with an open box. “Will these
do?” he asked.
Timmy and Billy handled the shoes with
great eagerness. “How much do they cost?” said Billy.
Then Timmy saw the price on the box.
They’re $16.95,” he said in dismay, “We only have $8.”
I looked at the clerk and he cleared
his throat. “That’s the regular price,” he said, “but they’re on sale; $3.98
today only.”
Then with shoes happily in hand the
boys bought gifts for their mother and two little sisters. Not once did they
think of themselves.
The day after Christmas the boy’s
father stopped me on the street. The new shoes were on his feet, gratitude was
in his eyes. “I just thank Jesus for people who care,” he said.
“And I thank Jesus for your two sons,”
I replied. “They taught me more about Christmas in one evening than I had
learned in a lifetime.”
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