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The Gift that Keeps on Giving
A Short Story
by
Rev. Karen Lynn Woo


[Each Christmas, Karen Woo writes a short story for her local newspaper.  As you will see from the last paragraph, she uses it as a way to interest people in the church that she serves, and to invite them to Christmas services.]

Evelyn loved tea time. It was the one thing in her day she never skipped. During the winter months she would sit by a roaring fire, a cup of tea in one hand and a good book in the other. In the Spring she would take her tea seated by the bay window in the dining room where she could watch her garden grow. Summertime meant iced tea time on the enclosed lanai where she could enjoy the view of the lake without being bothered by the mosquitoes and other bugs that frequented the area during that time of the year. And in the Fall, Evelyn would always have her tea on the front porch where she could enjoy the changing colors of the leaves.

It was just such an afternoon when Evelyn noticed a teenage girl walking up the road. Every so often the girl bent down, picked up a stone, and flung it at a nearby tree. “Don't you even think about throwing that rock my way young lady!” Evelyn called out as the girl neared her house. Startled, the girl dropped her rock and turned toward the voice that had called out to her. She was about to run when Evelyn called out to her again, “You can run but you can't hide. Wouldn't you rather come and have a cup of tea and a cookie with me instead?”

The girl hesitated for a moment, turned to go and then changed her mind. “Wonderful,” Evelyn called out as the girl began to make her way to the front porch. “I'll just go get another cup and a plate of cookies and I'll meet you right back here.”

By the time Evelyn returned, the girl was seated at the small, wooden table set to one side of the front porch. “Why are you being so nice to me?” the girl asked.

“Well,” said Evelyn as she poured the girl some tea, “years ago I needed someone to talk to and a woman, a total stranger, invited me to do so over a pot of tea and plate of cookies. I shared my pain and she shared her love. It was such a gift to me I decided long ago I would give the same gift to others. Now then, you have your tea and you can help yourself to the cookies.”

“Thank you very much,” the girl replied. She took two cookies from the plate and placed them on her napkin. Her eyes filled with tears. “My mother used to have plate of cookies and a cup of tea waiting for me when I came home from school,” she said.

“Used to?” Evelyn asked offering her the box of Kleenex which had been sitting on the chair beside her.

“Thank you.” The girl took a Kleenex from the box and wiped the tears from her eyes. “She died a few years ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Evelyn. “It’s very hard to lose someone you love isn’t it?”

The girl nodded.

The two sat in silence for a long time, sipping tea and munching on cookies. Finally, the girl pushed back her chair and prepared to leave. “Today is my birthday,” she told Evelyn. “If my mother were alive, we would have shared tea and cookies and then she would have given me my birthday present. This cross,” Sally said fingering the cross that hung from her neck, “was the last present I received from my mom before she died. I was feeling pretty sad and angry when you yelled at me, but I feel much better now. Thank you for inviting me to tea.”

“Happy Birthday,” said Evelyn, “and you’re welcome. By the way, what is your name?”

“Sally Russell. My name is Sally Russell,” said Sally.

“Sally Russell. By any chance are you related to Jack and Irene Russell?” asked Evelyn.

“Jack is my dad. Irene was my mom.”

“I see. Well Sally, I take tea about this same time every day and you are welcome to join me anytime you wish. In fact, if you come tomorrow you might find a present waiting for you.”

“Really!” exclaimed Sally. Thank you so much!  I’ll see you tomorrow!”

The next day Evelyn sat down in her usual place with a pot of freshly brewed tea, a plate of home-baked cookies, and two tea cups. She wasn't sure Sally would actually come but she wanted to be prepared just in case. She was just finishing up her initial cup of tea when Sally arrived.

“Your timing is perfect,” Evelyn told her. “I was just about to pour myself a second cup of tea and it is just as easy to pour two cups as one. Please sit down.”

At that moment Sally noticed a large white box encircled with red ribbon on the chair in which she had sat the day before. A tag on the box read, “Happy Birthday Sally.”

“Go ahead,” said Evelyn as she poured the tea, “open it.”

Sally picked up the box, sat down in the chair, untied the bow and took the lid off the box. Inside were the teapot, cups, saucers, and cookie plate they had used the previous day.

“Yesterday,” said Evelyn as she passed the plate of cookies to Sally, “I told you about a woman who gave me the gift of love when I needed it most and that it was such a gift to me I decided long ago I would give that same gift to others. Sally, that woman was your mother. At the time, she was a volunteer at the hospital where my daughter was diagnosed with lupus and given less than six months to live. She was quite a woman your mother. She not only looked after my daughter, she looked after me as well. Every afternoon after getting off work she would come by my daughter's room with that plate piled high with cookies, and that teapot filled with fresh, hot tea. It was such a simple thing, but it meant the world to me. You see, it showed me your mother cared. It made me feel loved. When my daughter died, your mother gave me the box you're holding with everything inside it just as it is now. ‘Ev,’ she said, ‘whenever you use this tea set remember that I am thinking about you and praying for you.’ For years after my daughter died your mother continued to come by my house once a week to have tea with me.”

Evelyn sat quietly for a moment and then reached over and picked up the box which had been sitting on the chair next to the box of Kleenex. “As I said, your mother brought tea and cookies to my daughter’s room every afternoon for weeks on end. She would listen to my pain and then she would share with me her faith in Jesus Christ, her favorite verses from the Bible, and what it meant for her to know that death is not the end but a doorway to eternal life with God. For Christmas that year she gave me an ornament with a nativity scene in the front and a cross on the back. The cross could be seen through the window of the manger in the front. ‘The cross reminds us of why Jesus came to earth,’ she told me.

Because of your mother’s visits, my family was baptized on Easter morning . . . one week before my daughter died.” Evelyn handed Sally the box she had been holding. Inside was the ornament with the nativity scene on the front and the cross in the back.

“That ornament reminds me that death is not the end but the doorway to eternal life. ‘God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.’ (John 3:16)

‘God’s love for humankind was demonstrated by Jesus through His actions while He was on earth,’ your mother told me. ‘And since that time His love has continued to show itself again and again in the actions of those who believe in Him.’ Sally, because of your mother, I am one of those believers. I want you to have that ornament to remind you that because of Jesus’ death and resurrection you WILL see your mother again. I also want you to have that tea set and to remember whenever you use it that I am thinking about you and praying for you, just as your mother thought about and prayed for me.”

Evelyn paused for a moment, picked up the tea pot and tea cups from the table and set them on a nearby tray. “Over time,” she said, “tea becomes cold and . . . ,” she stopped, picked up the empty cookie plate, and placed it on the tray next to the tea pot, “. . . and cookies get eaten. But the love of Jesus,” she said as she picked up the tray to take it inside, “that’s a gift that keeps on giving. That gift has been given to you. The question is, ‘to whom will you give it?’”

 

“I am the way, and the truth, and the life,” said Jesus. “No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)  This Christmas I invite you to discover the way, to learn the truth, to find the life offered to you through belief in Jesus Christ at First Presbyterian Church located at the corner of 9th & E Street in the city of Cozad (Sunday worship: 11 a.m.; Christmas Eve Service: 7:30 p.m.) or Buffalo Grove Presbyterian Church located at the corner of Road 429 and Road 762 in Lexington (Sunday worship: 9:30 a.m.; Christmas Eve Service: 6:00 p.m.). All are welcome so please come . . . and bring a friend!  ~ Pastor Karen


     


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