This morning before Mass I carried one special brown egg in my basket. I had a feeling it might be a double-yolk, because it was larger and heavier than the others. I gave it to Father LeRoy at the sacristy door. He smiled kindly and said, “Thank you, Kathy. Even a small gift, when given with love, is a talent in God’s eyes.”
The Gospel was about the servants who were each given talents. Some worked hard and brought back more, but one hid his away and had nothing to show. Jesus said God wants us to use what He gives us, not keep it buried.
After Mass, when the church grew quiet again, Sister Mary Claire and I knelt in our pew for a while. Mini curled up on the floor beside me, her little head resting on my shoes as if she, too, was praying in her own way. Sister whispered, “Kathy, your egg was like one of those talents. The servant who hid his gift in the ground had nothing to give back, but you chose to share yours. That is what pleases Jesus—it doesn’t matter how small, but that it is given with love.” I nodded, holding her hand, and thought how glad I was that I hadn’t kept the egg at home.
When we finally stepped outside, the ground was damp and the air smelled fresh after the rain. Mini shook herself and wagged her bottom before trotting ahead with happy steps. Off in the distance, the church water tower rose high with its bright white letters—All for Jesus. Against the gray sky it seemed to say, “Don’t hide what you can give. Show it boldly.”
As we walked home, I promised myself that I don’t ever want to bury my gifts. I want to give them to Him, no matter how small.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for the little gifts You’ve given me. Help me to share them with love, just like I shared the egg with Father today. May I use everything for You, so that one day I may hear You say, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
Amen.
Love, Kathy
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