She had been the captive of drugs for years, had three children, and survived with the support of welfare. Food, clothing, gas for the "thing", collapsing trailer rent, as well as paying utility bills were a monthly wrestle with failure. And then the antique refrigerator died. There was no moving part now moving. Food thawed and perished.
Two days later, that morning, there was a knock at her door. Two men and a dolly were there. Their request was to be allowed to move the fridge. Yes...and they did. Again there was a knock. Two men and a dolly...loaded with a new beautiful, white fridge. "I can't buy that," she said. "It's free," they said. She gasped. They set it up and excused themselves. Again there was a knock. Two men and a dolly...loaded with large boxes. The one on top was "dry goods" for the kitchen and the bottom one refrigerator and freezer foods. Again they excused themselves, loaded the old fridge and drove away.
I had a phone call from her with the obvious question, "who?" I told her that I knew but could not tell. I did know the man...he had quietly and namelessly done such things several times...he had truly soared!
Consider Mark 9:35. "He sad down, called the twelve and said to them, 'Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.'"
Or, the words of Christ in Matthew 6:1. "'Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven.'"
When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home, when the shepherds are with the flocks,
The real work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost, to heal the broken, feed the hungry, to release the prisoner,
To rebuild nations, bring peace to people, make music in the heart!