A Coat

You never really miss a coat until you are stuck outside in the freezing cold, which prompts you to quickly retrieve it from your closet.

Our teenagers are currently collecting new and used coats to give to the poor during our annual Thanksgiving dinner in 9 days, which takes me back about 3 years to a touching display of love involving a coat.

The church here at Central is involved in a ministry with a homeless shelter for women and children called, Martha's Home, here in Amarillo. One of the women from the shelter attended our worship service on a cold Sunday morning when during the singing portion of the service, one of our elderly ladies noticed that she did not have a coat. The woman walked across the aisle and offered her the coat she was wearing that morning. The lady from the shelter gratefully took it, they exchanged smiles, and both resumed their worship to God. Obviously, the exchange was noticed by many who were sitting close and was discussed for days among themselves and with others who didn't see it.

I don't know if the coat still exists, but I suspect the impact of a small act in a very special time carries on today.