One Turkey at a Time
Be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. —John 16:33 (kjv)
The sun was setting as I drove through one of the poorest areas in Nashville, Tennessee. I saw a child sitting alone on a dirty porch, just staring ahead. “God, Thanksgiving’s coming. Where’s the hope?” I was startled to hear myself say out loud.
Within minutes I arrived at the Martha O’Bryan Center, the oldest intercity mission. I had committed to chairing the board, and I was doing my best to keep up with the unrelenting needs of the people we were serving. “God,” I breathed in, “am I a fool to think I can change the world?”
I found the center’s director, Marsha, in her office.
“Have I got a story for you, Brock,” she said without a pause. “Yesterday we had our annual turkey sharing, distributing over three hundred turkeys to the community. This morning these two boys show up, asking if there are any leftovers. I had remembered seeing them, their smiles wide as they set off for home with their bag. 'Now, boys,' I began.
'We know, Miss Marsha, we already got a turkey. And it’s all right.’ The older boy grabbed his brother’s hand and lowered his head to go.
“Then the younger brother spoke up, ‘We couldn’t help it, Miss Marsha. Poor old Mrs. Thompson next door was too sick to come get a turkey, so me and my brother decided to give her ours.’
“‘Momma said she was real proud of us, but we could tell she was sad,’ the older brother added. ‘So we was just seeing if there was any more.’”
A huge lump was forming in my throat as I waited for Marsha to finish. “Don’t worry, Brock.” She laughed, sensing my distress and pointing heavenward. “We found the boys another turkey!”
Written by Brock Kidd