Christmas Tear Jerkers

Imagine the lovely and talented Lindsey Stirling performing live and free of cost her gorgeous rendition of the beloved song Hallelujah on her violin. And imagine everyone around her ignoring it. 

That’s what happened when she gave a live performance at a train station where travelers were too busy to stop and listen.

Now, get out your kleenex…

Imagine a Jesse Pinkman-like character – a clean but troubled pizza delivery man – who perhaps is close to fallen back off the wagon. Then something wondrous happens.

Imagine…Walmart is a Holy Land:

“May I buy your groceries?”

Rather than buy ourselves and our young adult children gifts this Christmas, we decided to walk the walk.  You know.  That walk where you stop indulging yourself with increasingly frivolous items and actually reach out to help others not as fortunate.

We bought several Walmart gift cards with funds we would have used to buy our gifts for one another and our kids.   Then our daughter and daughter-in-law (who is pregnant with twins, our 10th and 11th grandchildren, so yes, we have more than enough blessings in our life), Mr. Wilkinson  and I went to our local Walmart yesterday, a beautiful Sunday morning.  Not quite knowing how to do what we wanted to do, just praying we’d get it right and not embarrass anyone or get arrested.  Our girls decided on an approach, took the gift cards, and my husband and I stood at a distance, ready to help if needed.

The girls walked along and watched the check-out lines, and when they felt a tug at their kind hearts, they went up to people ready to check out and asked,

“May I buy your groceries?”

The initial responses were ones of shock and disbelief.  No one was rude, or dismissive.  They just wanted to know why.  The girls answered that they were part of a family who decided this was the way they wanted to celebrate Christmas.  Then a few asked if they were with a church or an organization.  No, the girls said, we are just a regular family and this is our gift to you!  No strings attached!  From us!

Then the miracles came.

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Hat tip to Baldilocks on Facebook for those last two.