Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was building some
crates for
the clothes his church was sending to some orphanage in
China.
On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find
his glasses, but they were gone. When he
mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized what happened; the glasses
had slipped out of his pocket unnoticed and fallen into one of the crates,
which he had nailed shut. His brand new
glasses were heading for China!
The Great Depression was at it's height and Grandpa had
six children. He had spent $20 for those
glasses that very morning. He was upset
by the thought of having to buy another pair.
"It's not fair," he told God as he drove home in
frustration. "I've been very
faithful in giving of my time and money to your work, and now this."
Several months later, the director of the orphanage was
on furlough in the United States. He
wanted to
visit all the churches that supported him in China, so he
came to speak one Sunday at my grandfather's
small church in Chicago.
The missionary began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in
supporting the orphanage. "But most
of all," he said, "I must thank you for the glasses you sent last
year. You see, the Communists had just
swept through the orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses. I was desperate. Even if I had the money, there was simply no
way of replacing those glasses.
Along with not being able to see well, I experienced
headaches every day, so my coworkers and I were
much in prayer about this. Then your crates arrived. When my staff
removed the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on top.
The missionary paused long enough to let his words sink
in. Then, still gripped with the wonder
of it all,
he continued: "Folks, when I tried on the glasses,
it was as though they had been custom-made just
for me! I want to
thank you for being a part of that."
The people listened, happy for the miraculous glasses.
But the missionary surely must have confused their church with another, they thought. There were no glasses on their list of items
to be sent overseas.
But sitting quietly in the back, with tears streaming
down his face, an ordinary carpenter realized the
Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.
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