Cornbread

Our group had started an outreach to an apartment building in our town. It was a very depressing place, with drug dealers and the hopelessly addicted. One of the tenants whose name is Louie has the mind of an adolescent. A friend of mine, Kathy, promised Louie and others that we would be bringing chili on Sunday. Louie asked me if I would make him some cornbread. He said he hadn't had any for years. I promised him I would.

When I went to the store for the week, I had forgotten to pick up some cornmeal. By the time I realized I didn't have the cornmeal, I also realized I didn't have any money. I thought I would surely have enough for cornmeal, but I was broke. I thought about Louie for several days, distraught as to what to do. To me it was like making a promise to a child and then breaking their heart.

When I don't know what else to do...I pray, which is what I should have done in the first place.

The next day there was a knock on the door. My neighbor was standing on my porch with a sack of cornmeal. She said her husband picked it up instead of flour and that they wouldn't have any need of it. She wondered if those people at the apartments would like to have it. All I could say was, Thank You Jesus!

Copyright 2007 Janice Milbourn