|An Inexpensive Little Cross Can Make A Difference|
|Cindy Carries Her Little Cross In Her Purse|
Of course, a few years went by and the incident of the crosses being passed out to the class was forgotten.....or, so I thought.
A couple of months ago, one of the class members who was in attendance on that day when I was the teacher remarked in front of the class that "I still have that cross that Clint gave us a few years ago. I keep it by the sink where I shave every morning and I am always reminded of Jesus and of our class and of the day I was given the cross."
And, of course, that got me to thinking.....about how we just never really know what kind of an impact we have on other people when we interract with them---and how our actions and words may stay with others in a positive---or negative---way long after all is said and done.
Usually, we will never know the true extent of our impact on others. Only in situations like the one I just described will we hear at a later date about what we have meant to someone. It is a special feeling.
|My Friend, Darrel|
|The Clinging Cross|
|The Clinging Cross Fits Perfectly Into My Hand|