Gettin' Hay

You never know who you’re going to run across in a day. Case in point: my friend Danny and I went to haul hay to feed the insatiable appetites of Mackynzie’s horses and happened to stop for lunch at a restaurant 60 miles from home. Well, our server was a young lady that noted the hay on our trailer and wondered where it came from. When I told her who I had bought if from she said “that’s my grandfather.” Upon further conversation we found out her grandfather, who I’ve bought hay from 6 or 8 times before, has 10 kids and out of all the family our server only feels close to her grandfather because she’s been rejected by everyone else in the family because of a teenage indiscretion.

We talked further with her and were impressed with her personality, her energy, and her friendliness. We also knew she had no use for her family’s religion and she actually rejected the church because of how her Christian family treated her.

Both of us on the way home talked about the hurt we sensed in her. It seems to me like if there’s any place on earth there would be forgiveness and grace it would be within our Christian families. It is really sad when that doesn’t happen and it makes me wonder how many people aren’t serving God because of the lack of forgiveness in our homes.