The Sanctuary was locked when we reached the church so we went into the office and got the key from the secretary.
“We have something to leave for God,” I announced to Marilyn, the secretary. “We’ll bring the key back when we’re done. Maybe then you’d like to see what we’re leaving on the worship table.” I nodded and gave Marilyn the eye, attempting to get the message across that perhaps she could get the cookies after we had gone.
We sat down in the first pew and said a little prayer. Then Doug and Katie each went up and put their cookie on the corner of the long, maple worship table.
“Will He get them now, Mommy?”
“Well, God doesn’t have to taste them to know that they are meant for Him. He’ll know how much you love Him because you wanted to give them to Him.”
The next Sunday morning as my husband and I entered church, (Doug and Katie were in the nursery) I was astonished to see the two little wrapped packages still sitting on the corner of the table along with the offering trays.
The deacons approached the table at the time of the offering. As they did so, one of them picked up the two carefully wrapped gifts. Before the offering trays were passed around, he turned to the congregation and read the tags aloud. “To God, Love, Katie. To God, Love, Doug. It looks as though two little Harrington’s have been hard at work,” he said, as he gently placed God’s cookies first, in the morning’s offering.
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