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Friday, February 15, 2013

Pass Along Your Blessing

~ morning coffee ~
Someone sent the following story to me and I've revised it a bit...

"I sat with a friend in a high-class coffee shop in a small town near Venice, Italy. As we enjoyed our coffee, a man entered and sat at empty table beside us. He called the waiter and placed his order saying, "Two cups of coffee, one of them on the wall." We heard this order with some interest and observed that he was served with only one cup of coffee but he paid for two. As soon as he left, the waiter pasted a piece of paper on the wall with the words, "A Cup of Coffee."

While we were still there, two other men entered and ordered three cups of coffee, "Two on the table and one on the wall, please." They drank two cups of coffee but paid for three and then left. This time, the waiter did the same; the piece of paper he pasted on the wall said, "A Cup of Coffee."

It seemed this gesture was normal at this place but something unique and perplexing for us. Since we had nothing to do with the matter, we finished our coffee, paid the bill and left.

After a few days, we happened to visit this coffee shop again. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man entered. He was dressed in a manner that did not match the standard nor the atmosphere of the coffee shop. Poverty was evident from the look on his face and his clothing. As he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said, "One cup of coffee from the wall, please." The waiter served a coffee to him with the customary respect and dignity. 

The man drank his coffee and left without paying. We were amazed to watch all this when we also noticed the waiter took off a piece of paper from the wall and threw it into the trash. Then it dawned on us! The great respect for the needy shown by the inhabitants of this town welled our eyes with tears.

Coffee is not a need of society, nor a necessity of life. The point is when we take pleasure in any blessing, maybe we also need to think about those people who appreciate that specific blessing as much as we but they cannot afford to have it.

Note the character of the waiter who, with a smile on his face, played a consistent and generous role to facilitate the communication between the affording and the needy. Ponder upon the man in need. He enters the coffee shop without having to lower his self-esteem. He has no need to beg for a free cup of coffee. He only looked at the wall, placed an order for himself, enjoyed his coffee and left. The wall reflects the generosity and care of the town dwellers who show compassion and allow not so fortunate others to maintain human dignity."

There's a "movement" afoot called Random Acts of Kindness and this week is RAK Week. Have you heard of it? I'm of two minds about this...the first being, isn't it wonderful and the second being, how sad we have a website and a week devoted to random acts of kindness. When I was growing up, amidst the unicorns and dinosaurs, smile there was no such thing as "random acts of kindness" because that was simply how people lived their lives. I couldn't begin to count the numbers of times Daddy stopped to change someone's tire, Mom sent money to a missionary, Daddy cut, delivered and stacked a load of firewood for a widow, Mom cooked and delivered a meal to someone in need and the list goes on and on and on... . It was love in action because we were Christians and we did as Christ asked. Regarding RAK, it is at times like this and every other second as well that I miss Dave so dreadfully. He would explain to me why RAK begun in the first place and now has a week of celebration and doing. 

When did we get away from helping each other? When did it become a "national holiday"? And, the more important question...WHY? For you folks who are naturally nice, you may stop reading now but for the rest of us, I ask you to consider...every day, pay a complete stranger a compliment. If you get a chance to pass along a blessing, do it. There doesn't need to be fanfare or firecrackers going off. Do it for the pleasure it gives someone else...and you. Do it to lighten someone's burden. Do it because one day someone will do it for you. Do it because it's the right thing. Karma, what goes around comes around and, my favorite, cast your bread upon the water. Do you want good, nourishing bread or moldy bread? Easy answer, don't you think? 

Pass Along Your Blessing, as soon as possible and as much as possible. God can't bless someone with clenched hands. God bless you, yours and the works of your hands and heart.

"There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." ~ Albert Einstein ~

Today's Miracles ~ hot cup of coffee ~ kindness in action ~ compassion ~ respect, shown to everyone ~ quiet dignity ~ Pass Along Your Blessing ~


  1. Thank you for this post. I am blessed by it.

  2. I posted this to my Facebook page earlier this week...

    Bus stop story:
    What a humbling morning on the bus.
    I was concerned no one would want to take a homemade blueberry/lemon muffin from a stranger.
    Fear not, oh Cindy of little faith.
    A hungry man/woman does not care where his muffin comes from.
    He/she is just thankful to have it.

    My muffin gift opened the door to talk to Betty, who was on her way to the hospital to visit her mom Lenora, who had a stroke. (I remember their names cause I wrote them down when I told Betty I would be praying for her and her mom...cause for the love of God and all that is holy, I can hardly remember my own kids names.) Betty is one of 10 children, but none of the others come to visit Lenora. Betty is there.
    Betty will be looking for a 2 bedr. apt. for her and her mom...

    It opened the door to talk to the handicapped man who sat next to me who nearly had tears in his eyes over a muffin. A muffin....

    It opened the door to talk to Karen, the bus driver, who also works a 2nd job after leaving her bus driving job.

    It opened the door to bless the man who had not had any breakfast this morning.

    And on and on...

    I got off the bus and was near tears.
    This world is full, full, full of hurting people.
    What an honor to be used by the Lord, even in such a teensy insignificant manner.

    Loving Jesus.
    Loving people.

  3. We Christians shouldn't need reminding, but the devil works on us, too - works to absorb us in our own lives, our own emotions, our own loads. Thank-you, Sandra and Farmgirl Cyn, for a potent second worship time this morning in reading this blog and its comments. I have been gently reminded to look up and out today!

  4. I love the custom in that coffee shop. I've seen senior citizens at the grocery store asking the clerk to put something back because they didn't have the money to pay for it (eggs, milk, etc). I step in whenever I see that and pay for it. But I know I should do more than writing a check to our church. I just think people are unaware, busily involved in their own lives to notice. Great post!

  5. What a beautiful reminder that we are to be the hands and feet of Jesus . . . "inasmuch as you have done it unto the least of these . . ." May we ALL shine the light of Jesus in every way we can.

  6. What a lovely post reflecting a beautiful reminder of what life should be like. Thank you for writing this.


  7. Absolutely! Wonderful post.

  8. Beautiful and love the bus stop story!!!

  9. I've cast my bread on the water and it came back soggy and abused. No good deed will go unpunished. BUT, still I press on. I didn't learn kindness from Christian parents. I did learn it from reading God's word. I know works don't save us or even count on the Giant Tally Board Of Life but I will still try to do the right thing so His word may still go forth that someone may be saved. ~:)

  10. Sandra, I so love this story ... each time I read it. RAK is a nice way to bring it to fore, but it should be a daily event without question.

    Hope you are having a wonderful weekend.

    Hugs & love,

  11. I love the story in this post - funnily enough I was listening on the radio this morning to a woman who decided to do an RAK every day for a year. She found the experience so very positive that she has carried on giving out blessings after the year has ended - the whole story brought tears to my eyes.

    I have been thinking about you and how you are managing - I hope you are surviving OK - it was good to hear from you on my blog.

    Sending a basketful of blessings to you over the oceans

    Pomona x

  12. Such a lovely post...very touching and inspiring!

  13. I strive to be kind and generous to those around me every day. I admit that life in general does get in the way some days, but all in all I feel confident that I give.

    I must steal that story for my blog as I absolutely love it.


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