Monday, January 28, 2013

The Red Leather Coin Purse


The first time I went to see her I was a little afraid.  My mother had warned my brothers and I to be on our best behavior.  “No running around, be quiet and use your manners”, she stated firmly.  We tentatively approached the old brick building.  The door was opened but it was so dark inside our eyes couldn’t make out anything.   As we moved down the hallway we came to a sitting room with sparse furnishings.  The back windows were open and as our eyes adjusted we noticed an elderly lady sitting in a chair.   As she rose to welcome her guests I noted that she was all of four foot nothing and quite stiff as she moved.  I suspect now my mother feared we would blow her over with the slightest movement, thus the warning to mind our manners.  She smiled warmly and greeted us with a twinkle in her eye.  She had a surprise and had been waiting all day for us to come visit.  She walked over to a table and picked up a jar.  She handed it to my father who was instructed to spread the contents out on the carpet “for the children” she said.  We sat down as he poured out hundreds of shinny copper pennies. We couldn’t believe our good fortune.  I looked up to see the little lady beaming from ear to ear, but she wasn’t done yet.  She went back to the table, grabbed her handbag and pulled out a beautifully worn red leather coin purse.  She handed it to my father and motioned for him to add it to the pile.  She cheerfully gave all that she had right down to the last cent.  My brothers and I spent a great deal of time counting out the coins and dividing them up equally. All the while, my parents visited over a cup of coffee.  Every time I glanced their way she seemed to notice and would turn and smile at me.  It clearly gave her great joy to bless us with all she was able to give.

This little lady was my great grandmother.  She was born and raised in England and was everything you can imagine an English Lady to be.  Well mannered, soft spoken, sweet, gentle and loved us with all her heart simply because we were her family.  I must admit I was immediately taken with her sweetness and I loved her too.  Sadly, we lived in another state and were only able to visit a few times before she went home to the Lord.  At that time, I was given her beautifully worn red leather coin purse.  It became my prized possession as it reminded me of the little lady who not only loved me without condition but, gave all she had because of it.

I kept the coin purse in my drawer.  I had just finished counting it’s contents, a whole seven dollars, which I accumulated from my chores when my brother came into my room.  He told me he had a special secret hiding place for his money and at the ripe old age of ten, I discerned this was very wise.  I went to my father and told him I needed a special secret hiding place of my own and he suggested I put the coin purse in his sock drawer.  Brilliant!  No one would ever suspect I put my money there.  A week or so later I went back to my special secret hiding place and to my surprise the coin purse was gone.  I immediately went to my father and asked him what happened to the coin purse and he replied “What coin purse? I don’t know what you are talking about. ” 

My prized possession, my red leather coin purse was gone.  Never mind the seven dollars I had amassed in it.  The gift from my Great Grandmother was gone.  I was heartbroken. 

I only tell you the next part of the story to say it is not the point of my telling.  It seems like a logical end, but as it turns out God had a better ending. 

I loved my earthly father with all my heart, but the simple truth is, he had a drinking problem.  I realized shortly after this event that the cost of a case of Schlitz beer, his drink of choice, was…you guessed it… seven dollars.  Exactly the amount contained in my coin purse.  After wrestling with betrayal, loss of trust, dishonesty and down right selfishness, I mean let’s be honest this child was sideswiped, I decided to love the man and hate the brokenness. This practice served me well over the years.  I was able to put up healthy boundaries and keep my heart intact and un-jaded.  While this is truth, as I said there is a better ending to come.  As a side note, I am happy to say my father recommitted his life to Jesus, was sober and I have no doubt he loved me with all his heart. 

While doing my morning study I came to a verse that immediately brought to mind this event and with one fell swoop completely overtook my previous mindset.  Just when I thought it was settled and completely in the past the old pit in the stomach came back.  The one where you know that you buried something in your own understanding and God was about to reveal a truth so amazingly beautiful it would bring tears to your eyes.  I have to admit that my eyes are spilling over just now as I write this.  God is so complete in our restoration that he leaves no stone unturned.  Even the ones we stomp into the ground.  But I am getting ahead of myself.

Indulge me a moment while I share the verses from my Beth Moore study Beloved Disciple.  Romans 5:8 says “God demonstrated his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”  One of the most significant qualities found in Gods brand of love is that it is demonstrative. In other words, show me don’t tell me! Christ directed His followers to love as He loved them. 1 John 3:18 says, “Little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.”  Again, one of the most important dimensions of agape love is that it is demonstrative.  So what did I learn?  The gift was not the red leather coin purse.  I was the love behind it. A gift that could never be taken away. The love that Christ demonstrated is the same love we as believers are instructed to extend to others.  My great grandmother gave everything she had simply because of who I was, to her. This was the true gift. 

Is there a loss, which has left a big gaping hole in your heart; a relationship, a better time, perhaps even an object that was merely a symbol of affection?  Could it be that the love behind each of these things is tucked deep inside your heart where it can never be taken away? 

Finally, if my Great Grandmother, being of flesh, gave so much simply because of who I was, to her.  Imagine the breadth and length and height and depth of Christ’s love simply because of who we are, to Him.





1 comment:

  1. What an excellent, real-life story, Bonnie! It is very well written, so much so that I ate up each sentence and then was ready for the next bite! The logical conclusion of good wasn't even close to the real truth- that God loves us so merely because we are His- His family- our relationship to Him is cause that He loves us. Fine! Well done!! Don't know if I am saying this to you, Bonnie, or to the Lord! How silly...but I mean it. It is a Joy to read your blog/story. Thank you and love in Christ, your friend, Donna- Blessings.

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