There's a story about two families that lived side by side in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. They hated each other and for years they quarreled and fought. The feud started when Grandpa Smith's cow jumped over Grandpa Brown’s stone fence and ate his corn. Brown shot the cow. Then one of the Smith boys shot two of the Brown's boys.
'n jist like dat, day was a feudin!
Bill, the oldest of the Brown family, decided to even up matters, especially since his own daddy had been killed. But before Bill could act out his anger and revenge, he was called away to war. While he was away his mother had a hard time providing for the family.
One Christmas the head of the Smith family took his wife and children to church. Usually he stayed outside, but it was so cold he decided to go in and wait. The sermon was on Christ, the Prince of Peace. It struck Smith’s heart. On his way home he passed the home of the Browns and he began to realize what a crime he had committed in killing the breadwinner of the family. He prayed, but he also did more. He determined secretly to help them. He hired a small boy to carry a basket of food to the Browns every day.
When Bill came home, and heard of this kindness, he decided to find out who the generous helper was. He followed the little boy—to the door of Smith’s house. He could not believe his eyes. When Smith answered his knock, he smiled and declared: “Shoot me, Bill, if you want to.”
But Bill said he had come to thank him for taking care of his family while he was gone. Then Smith explained to Bill how he had come to a change of heart. He had heard the story of the first Christmas, the story of the Prince of Peace and it changed him.
Have a Blessed and Merry Christmas.
Phil
'n jist like dat, day was a feudin!
Bill, the oldest of the Brown family, decided to even up matters, especially since his own daddy had been killed. But before Bill could act out his anger and revenge, he was called away to war. While he was away his mother had a hard time providing for the family.
One Christmas the head of the Smith family took his wife and children to church. Usually he stayed outside, but it was so cold he decided to go in and wait. The sermon was on Christ, the Prince of Peace. It struck Smith’s heart. On his way home he passed the home of the Browns and he began to realize what a crime he had committed in killing the breadwinner of the family. He prayed, but he also did more. He determined secretly to help them. He hired a small boy to carry a basket of food to the Browns every day.
When Bill came home, and heard of this kindness, he decided to find out who the generous helper was. He followed the little boy—to the door of Smith’s house. He could not believe his eyes. When Smith answered his knock, he smiled and declared: “Shoot me, Bill, if you want to.”
But Bill said he had come to thank him for taking care of his family while he was gone. Then Smith explained to Bill how he had come to a change of heart. He had heard the story of the first Christmas, the story of the Prince of Peace and it changed him.
Have a Blessed and Merry Christmas.
Phil
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