"Excuse me," said a young man, standing shyly at the open church door. "I'm here to pick up an Easter basket for my daughter. Am I in the right place?" Well, we have baskets, but they're not Easter baskets for kids they're food baskets,” I explained.
That morning I arrived at St. Micheal's Church in Carmichael, California, to help give out the baskets to needy families for Easter. To make sure every family would receive one, we had handed out numbers to them that matched the basket they were supposed to receive. Each one contained a whole ham, potatoes, bread, vegetables, and a pie — enough food to help feed a family for a week.
"Why don't you come in?" I said to the man. He looked disappointed. He shook his head and said, "I can't... My daughter is waiting for me over there. I'm grateful for the food, but when I heard you were giving away baskets for Easter ... well, I thought they would be Easter baskets for children."He continued, "I promised my daughter one, and I wanted to surprise her."
I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. The man handed me his number, and I walked over to the baskets. A bulge(凸起) in one of the baskets caught my eye. "What is that?" I wondered. Leaning over and looking more closely, I could see, unmistakably, an Easter basket — filled with candy, chocolate, and Easter eggs. One of the volunteers must have added it by mistake! I thought. Then I looked at the man's number in my hand. Well, he'll be....
"Happy Easter," I said to the man, handing him the only food basket with an Easter basket inside — the very same basket with his number on it. "Someone knew just what you needed."
