Stranger at my Door

A major snowstorm had blown in overnight and closed the schools. As I sat at my desk in the church office, I could hear the neighbourhood children playing in the parking lot, a good place to build forts and throw snowballs. An icy wind curled around my feet. Someone had opened the front door. A red-faced boy about nine poked his head through my office doorway and asked, “Is it okay to use the bathroom?” He cupped his bare hands up to his mouth and blew warm breath onto them.  

I led him downstairs to the bathroom. While my new friend was in the men’s room, I opened the large supply cabinet nearby. An avid knitter in the congregation had donated a bag of mittens to be sent to a far-north mission. I chose two pairs that looked the right size for him. He grinned when he saw them and raised his hands for me to slip them over his cold fingers. Then he reached up with both arms and gave me the warmest of hugs.

 I had griped about coming to work that day. I wanted to stay with my three children and their father who were all home-bound because of the snow. The little boy’s hug showed me he was the reason for my presence in the office that day.

            With an extra pair of mittens tucked in his pockets, my little friend waved and ran down the stairs to join his friends in the parking lot.  

Sometimes the mission field appears in the form of a little stranger right on your very own doorstep.

Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2

Open my eyes, Lord, to see the opportunities for showing your love that are standing right on my doorstep.

About Rose McCormick Brandon

An award winning personal experience writer, Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to faith magazines, devotionals and compilations, including Chicken Soup for the Soul. Rose is the author of Promises of Home: Stories of Canada's British Home Children. One Good Word Makes all the Difference, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me (and Vanished: What Happened to My Son. She's a frequent contributor to The Testimony, Today's Pentecostal Evangel and other faith magazines in Canada, U.S. and Australia. Rose also writes about Canadian history, specifically the era of Child Immigration from Britain. Read her stories of child immigrants at: http://littleimmigrants.wordpress.com
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4 Responses to Stranger at my Door

  1. Lauri Hawley says:

    A great reminder that those opportunities often come disguised in what we may see as inconvenient circumstances.

  2. Dennis Darlene Wilson says:

    Such a wonderful reminder to us all. Thanks for sharing.

    On Fri, Jan 14, 2022 at 11:40 AM Listening to my Hair Grow wrote:

    > Rose McCormick Brandon posted: ” A major snowstorm had blown in overnight > and closed the schools. As I sat at my desk in the church office, I could > hear the neighbourhood children playing in the parking lot, a good place to > build forts and throw snowballs. An icy wind curled around ” >

  3. Hi Bonnie. I know your heart is always open to strangers. Blessings.

  4. Bonnie Armstrong says:

    Thankyou for the reminder Rose!

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