The blind son of a cruel innkeeper takes in a stranger on Christmas Eve. Who is he and where is he going?
It was a bitter night, though very clear. Under the sparkling stars a wild north wind drove cold into the veins, into the cracks and crannies of the tightest dwelling, and the tree limbs sighed and creaked. The snow that had fallen yesterday swirled up afresh and made new drifts, and the frozen earth was swept bare in wide swathes. No creature moved abroad, and except for the moan of the wind the world lay silent. But the inn was warm and cozy in the firelight...
From The Secret Flower.
I read this to my 11 year old daughter. This was an awsome story. It renews my mission statement of " being glad I did instead of I wish I would have." There is no greater Joy than to help the least of these. Two scriptures came to mind as i read this. Ye, I stand at the door and knock if anyone hears my voice and opens the door I will come in. When I was hungry you fed me when I was thirsty you gave me drink and when I was naked you clothed me. When you did it for the least of these you did it for me. I challenge everyone who reads this to make this as a new years commitment. It really is a life changing experiance to help others and expect nothing in return.