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

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.

April 3, 1995
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit