The Power of Small Things

By Amy Moehnke

Last Friday night some of the youth of the parish (along with several brave adults!) gathered at my house to “Carol for Canned Goods”.  Bolstered by lots of hot cocoa and Christmas cookies, they traveled from house to house, sang songs, and filled a red wagon plus three grocery bags with non-perishable food to donate to the food pantry at Caritas.  It was definitely a fun night, and well worth the time and energy that was put into it.  And we felt good about having collected something useful during this time of year when so many people are in need.  It didn’t occur to me that the caroling itself might also have been a blessing to someone, until Mary Ashton (the leader of this excellent event) received the following email: “I just wanted to say thanks for caroling ‘Silent Night’ at my house. The St. David’s youth should be really proud of themselves.  Awesome, Awesome, Awesome way to spread the love of Christ this Christmas.” 

Then earlier this week, after receiving flowers from the church, a parishioner sent this email: “Thank you so very much for the flowers.  They are beautiful, and I love them.  Indeed, it has been so long since I have received flowers that I am incorporating a new understanding into my old brain; and that is how and why flowers bring joy to people’s hearts.  You’d think I would have known that before now, but perhaps it just means that one of the reasons I have been given the  gift of life for as long as I have is finally to be able to experience the comfort of flowers.” 

These two responses got me thinking about the power of small things, and how we do things all the time that seem inconsequential, or minuscule, or very ordinary, but that in fact have the power to impact someone greatly.  I’ll be paying attention for more of such moments in the crunch leading up to Christmas, with the hopes that God will take my meager offering and magnify it with grace.  I invite you to do the same!


Amy Moehnke

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