Cup of Cold Water

Once when I was small, our family invited another family from our church to go on a picnic and visit the marble quarry in northwest Georgia. We took a basket of sandwiches and a watermelon and headed out through the countryside for a Sunday afternoon ride in our station wagon. We kids had fun running around at the quarry, picking up some small pieces of pink marble for souvenirs. Then we had our picnic lunch at a shady roadside park. Mother and Daddy’s lifelong friends, Charles and Mary, had three children the same age as my brother, sister and I. Back then, there were no fast food restaurants. McDonald’s had not been invented yet! And anyway, hardly any businesses opened on Sunday. When six kids all got hot, tired and thirsty on the ride home, Daddy pulled into a dusty driveway where a family was sitting on their front porch. They all smiled and waved and insisted we get out. (Remember, these were total strangers!) The father of the house lowered a bucket down into the well, and pulled it back up, brimming with fresh cold water. We each took turns sipping from a tin dipper. I think that was the best drink of water I ever had.

We never know when a simple act of kindness may make a lasting impression on someone.

Matthew 10:42
And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.


1 Comment »

  1. Lanny said

    What a splendid memory.

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