When I was a child, I was a PK (pastor's kid) of an ordained Southern Baptist minister. Micah's Papa is still an ordained minister, but he now serves as a college professor teaching religious and speech courses at a local college. For about ten years, my daddy was over a "mission" church in a poor part of a county in west Tennessee just outside of the Memphis area. I grew up watching him minister to the poor, feeding the needy, and clothing them once a week after he preached the Word of the Lord to them. I spent many summers at the mission with my mother, my sister, brother, and my daddy working with those precious people.
Many Christmases we spent a great deal of time picking out Angel Tree presents or helping people out at the mission where my dad worked by giving them a Christmas when they otherwise would not be able to have one on their own. I remember seeing poverty up close and personal. Even though I live in Memphis, believe it or not, you can go without seeing poverty if you know which parts of town to avoid.
We (um, I) decided to do a little boy ages 5-9, and on Saturday Mr. C was sleeping (of course) so the task was left to Micah and myself. Even though he had no idea what was going on, I like to think he was being helpful. He did pick out the Cars toy and played with it in the buggy the entire time we made laps around Big Lots searching for items small enough to fit inside the shoebox.
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Have a great week!