Lent 38: Being an Ambassador

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And now we wait, so I might as well share a story.

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his backpack with a bag of potato chips and some root beer and started his journey.

Along the way, he met an old man sitting in the park. The boy sat down next to him and opened his backpack. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him some chips. He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. His smile was so joyful that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer. Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted!

They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As the day turned to evening, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave. After a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?”

He replied, “I had lunch with God. And you know what? He’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

Meanwhile; the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, “Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?”

He replied “I ate potato chips in the park with God. And you know, he’s much younger than I expected”.

On Earth, God doesn’t have a body so He needs to use ours to touch people’s lives. Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new Catholic year. May I be a good ambassador.

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