We need to return to returning thanks.
An old man showed up at the back door of the house some college students were renting. Opening the door a few inches, the students saw that the old man’s eyes were glassy and his furrowed face glistened with silver stubble. He clutched a wicker basket holding a few unappealing vegetables. The old man bid them good morning and offered his produce for sale. Feeling uneasy about the whole situation, they made a quick purchase to ease their consciences and hurry the old man on his way.
The old Man returned the next week, introducing himself as Mr. Roth, carrying an armload of vegetables, and saying that he lives in a shack down the road. As he continued to make his weekly sales run, Mr. Roth would shuffle in wearing two mismatched right shoes, a dirty sport coat, his vegetables and an harmonica. As he played the harmonica, the conversation focused on religion and a future glory.
On one occasion, Mr. Roth exclaimed, “The Lord is so good. I came out
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