Quiet Miracle Workers

Long ago, back when Christmas brought wide-eyed wonder, Mom read me a story about Christmas miracles. 

Throughout the colorful pages, unexpected goodness came to those who needed it most. The vibrant illustrations showed empty cupboards and lonely faces. 

Holiday decorations were absent in the bleak homes. How could anyone have Christmas like that, my young mind wondered.

But then came the quiet miracle workers—as the pages turned I could see how others prepared good food and made gifts to deliver to unsuspecting people’s homes. 

A knock on the door and they quickly ran away. 

On the next page, a weary woman opened the door and saw a basket brimming with ham, eggs, bread, cheese, apples, and candy. Next to it a wooden crate held boxes tied with ribbons—gifts for them all.

As the page turned again, another knock on a door and this time an elderly man answered. A group of smiling faces sang a carol. They offered cookies and cheer, and the forlorn man had one less evening to be alone.

The story gripped my young heart—people living without hope at Christmas—something I’d never felt.  But when others helped, those desperate needs and despair disappeared.

While God delivers some amazing miracles, it’s people with big hearts that deliver quiet miracles. It’s a God-designed gift of hope and love to those who need it most.

Happy is the generous man, the one who feeds the poor. Proverbs 22:9

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