My Small Offering to You at Christmas with Great Expectations

by | Dec 24, 2014 | Encouragement


My mother-in-law and I make one last run to the grocery store for a few items handwritten on a scrap of paper. The back seat holds brown paper bags from Trader Joe’s; the floor, a gallon of milk. Idling longer than usual, waiting for a break in traffic to turn left onto a busy street, I become uncomfortable.

A man stands outside my window holding a Chihuahua with sad, dark eyes to his chest and a cardboard sign handwritten with his own list. A makeshift bed is rolled up and strapped to his back.

Worn boots and a dirty rucksack sink into a grassy patch of Arizona desert on the fringes of a parking lot bustling with activity. Grocery carts clanging on cement, full of poinsettias, camembert and slabs of beef.

I glimpse his small eyes hidden underneath shaggy strands lying on leathery cheeks.  The longer we sit in the car and wait, truth convicts.

“Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’

And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’” (Matthew 25:37-40)

We both reach to the floorboard for purses; quickly scour the contents for something to give him while holding the tension of ticking seconds as cars pile up behind us.

As I roll down my window, a little girl in shorts runs toward  the stranger with a bag of snacks identical to the one already open in front of him. He bends down eye level, gently thanks her. And I call out, “Sir” with my arm extended out the window.

His eyes, I see they are genuine and thankful as he walks closer and receives our small offering. We are connected by the universal unspoken language: a smile of empathy.

I don’t want to miss Jesus waiting for me to notice him. You? Because lately, it seems he is showing up everywhere — cafe tables, parking lots, check out lines, street corners, living rooms — and beholding his countenance is glorious.

As you celebrate Christmas under the glow of twinkle lights with your family, may you experience the arrival of hope in the ways only He knows you will notice.

Merry Christmas!

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As I celebrate God’s faithfulness to us during this waiting season, I’m mindful of those who are lonely, isolated and struggling with hardship. If that is you, I want to be a friend of Jesus to you by reminding you that you aren’t alone in your struggle, He is with you. Respond to this email and let me know how I can pray for you. It’s my small offering to you with great expectations.

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  1. Kris Camealy

    Thank you for sharing this, Shelly. I had a similar experience yesterday as I left Whole Foods. I don’t know how far my paltry offering would go for the man who needed it, but like you, I thought of that very scripture as I looped back around to get close enough to reach him through the window. I pray he continues to move our hearts towards himself, and towards generous love for His people.

    I Love you, friend, Merry Christmas!! XO

    • Shelly Miller

      It doesn’t surprise me one little bit that you took the time to circle back around Kris. Love you too. You are in my thoughts and prayers as we celebrate. So thankful for your friendship.

  2. Lynn D. Morrissey

    Sheridan and I have often stopped for strangers with signs at ramps’ end from highways, hoping drivers in cars behind us are patient. And yet, Shelly, and yet, how many times have I sped by and not stopped or even felt relieved that I was in a lane too far away when I needed to be on my way? How often have I met Jesus? And how often have I felt helpless when I have given, thinking that it was not enough. The truth is that it is never enough, and yet when we give what we have, we trust the Lord to mulitply the loaves and fishes of bills and change and make a way and offer hope. I’m so glad you stopped.
    Merry Christmas dear one…….to you, H, and the children…….oh and that sweet mom-in-law!

  3. Mary Bonner

    A lovely reminder, Shelly. Thank you for sharing this. I’ve stopped before and you remind me of a time I stopped for a young girl. The story is too long for a comment, but you have give me reason to revisit the memory and maybe write about it.

    Merry Christmas, Shelly.

  4. Pam

    “Because lately, it seems he is showing up everywhere — cafe tables,
    parking lots, check out lines, street corners, living rooms — and
    beholding his countenance is glorious…” This is a beautiful way of expressing a thought on my own heart this Christmas morn, Shelly! Blessings to you beyond your expectations and mine – yes, great expectations! For we know, our prayers are not really small offerings! Love to you… Pam, apples of gold,

  5. Jody Ohlsen Collins

    We’ve been spending our days in the hospital and at a nursing home while my mother recuperates…..the needy are with us wherever we go. My husband moves a little more quickly than I do towards those who need a touch from Jesus, and it convicts me every time. Yes, Jesus is with us everywhere we go–thank you for the reminder to keep looking for Him. I look forward to the unfolding of your next ‘great expectations’ season, Shelly. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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