A post office employee had the job of processing all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day a letter came through his hands addressed in shaky handwriting to God, with no actual address. He thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The letter read:
I am an 87-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. I invited two friends over for Christmas dinner next week. 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 the other workers. Each dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96. They put the money into an envelope and sent it to the woman. All the rest of the day the workers felt a warm glow, thinking of Edna and the dinner she’d be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter arrived at the post office from the same old lady, addressed to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:
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 them of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it was those guys at the post office.”