Testimony of Healing April 3, 1995 Issue

An experience I had in my father-in-law's home reminds me of...

Elizabeth R. Vaziri Zanjani

An experience I had in my father-in-law's home reminds me of the American custom Thanksgiving, a time of gratitude for the abundance of God's infinite supply. As is perhaps less known, no door is closed to the poor or needy on this day. All in need will come to an open door to find their comfort.

At mealtimes in my father-in-law's home we never numbered less than fifteen. Our expansive table was the floor, which was covered with a beautiful tablecloth. Our "chairs" were exquisite Persian carpets. So we would gather around our table, and my mother-in-law's pots and pans would be readily emptied.

One particular aspect of these meals was that there would always be a new face. One visitor would share in the repast for a couple of days or more, only to be replaced by another newcomer.

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