December 20, 2005


A postal worker was sorting mail a week before

Christmas when he came across a letter addressed

to God. Since it would be destroyed he decided to

open the letter and read it.

Dear God,

I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small

pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had

$100 in it, which was all the money I had until my

next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and

I had invited two of my friends over for dinner.

Without that money, I have nothing to buy food

with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my

only hope. Can you please help me?



The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter

to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her

wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he

made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put

into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of

the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of

Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with

her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another

letter came from the old lady to God. All the workers

gathered around while the letter was opened, It read.

Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did

for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to

fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very

nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful

gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it

must have been those thieving bastards at the

Post Office.