Several
years ago, a friend of mine and her
husband were invited to go to dinner with
her husband's employer. My friend was
nervous about this since the boss was
very wealthy, with a fine home on the
waterway, and cars costing more than her
house.
Her husband's employer took them to the
finest restaurant in town. She knew she
would never have the opportunity to
indulge in this kind of extravagance
again, so was enjoying herself immensely.
As the three of them were about to enter
an exclusive restaurant that evening, the
boss was walking slightly ahead of her
husband. He stopped suddenly, looking
down on the pavement for a long, silent
moment.
There was nothing on the ground except a
single darkened penny that someone had
dropped.
Still silent, the man reached down and
picked up the penny. He held it up and
smiled, then put it in his pocket as if
he had found a great treasure. How absurd!
What need did this man have for a single
penny? Why would he even take the time to
stop and pick it up?
Throughout dinner, the entire scene
nagged at her. Finally, she could stand
it no longer. She causally mentioned that
her daughter once had a coin collection,
and asked if the penny he had found had
been of some value.
A smile crept across the man's face as he
reached into his pocket for the penny and
held it out for her to see. She had seen
many pennies before! What was the point
of this?
"Look at it." He said. "Read
what it says."
She read the words "In God we Trust?"
"And if I trust in God, the name of
God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I
find a coin I see that inscription. It is
written on every single United States
coin, but we never seem to notice it! God
drops a message right in front of me
telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass
it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop
to see if my trust is in God at that
moment. I pick the coin up as a response
to God; that I do trust in Him."
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