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The Carpenter's GlassesMother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to an orphanage in china. On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses, they were gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized that his glasses had slipped out of his pocket & fallen into one of the crates, that he had nailed shut. His brand new glasses were heading for china.!The Great depression was at its height and grandpa had 6 children. He had spent $20 for those glasses that morning. He was upset, "It's not fair," he told God as he drove home frustrated. "I've been very faithful in giving of my time & money to your work, & now this." several months later, the director of the orphanage was in the united states. He wanted to visit the church that had supported him in China, so he came to speak one sunday at my grandfathers small church in Chicago. The missionary began thanking all the people for their 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 no way of replacing those glasses. Not being able to see well, I also experienced headaches every day, so my coworkers & I were in much prayer of this. Then your crates arrived. When my staff removed the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on the top. The missionary paused long enough to let his words sink in. Then, still gripped with the wonder of it all, he said "Folks, when i tried on the glasses, it was like they were custom-made for me! I want to thank you for being a part of that." The people listened, happy for the glasses. But the missionary must be confused with another church. There were no glasses on their list of items to be sent. But sitting quietly in the back, with tears streaming down his face, was an ordinary carpenter that realized the Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way. Cheryl Walterman Stewart from Live View previously featured anecdotes |
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