A Childhood Memory

I saw those old Brach’s peppermints
This Christmas at the store –
The tears began and took me back
Through recollection’s door.

I seemed to see dear farmer Hann
In boots and coveralls
Come walking up beside me there
As in the old church halls.

Where every week he’d search me out
And say these words I hear:
Just, “Jesus loves you, I do too.”
So simple yet so clear.

He’d search that big, deep pocket through
To find a mint for me –
His words were etched in red and white
Upon my heart, you see.

You never know how God can use
A simple act of love
To touch a heart, to shape a life,
To point a soul above.

Christina Joy Hommes
Based on a true story I heard