When we lived in S. Louisiana, I was in 1st or 2nd grade. For a school craft at Easter time, my teacher told me to bring a small wooden cross to school with me. Unfortunately, many kids in the class told the teacher their parents couldn't or wouldn't supply them with a cross. When Daddy found out that the Easter craft couldn't be done for lack of crosses, he spent an entire evening making crosses for everyone who needed one. The next morning, he took me and the many crosses to school. That day in school, after hearing the message of the cross, all of us kids glued pasta shells to our crosses and spray painted them gold.
Isn't it amazing that a busy father of three with work and church and everything else in life on him wouldn't jump at the chance to get out of making a wooden cross? Instead, my dad didn't just make one, but made around 15-20. Just to spread the gospel to a bunch of kids.
Aimee
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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