Faith Without Works...The Rest of the Story

I was sitting in my room yesterday thinking about the little boy who had stopped by the house and needed batteries and I realized I didn´t have a picture of him. I thought I had heard him outside so I thought that now would be a good time to get a picture. I stepped outside the door and there he was at the other end of the alley. He was excited to get his picture taken, he posed for me and smiled real big. Then I asked him where his house was, he took me down a little path next to a steep bank that plunged to a little stream below. There he showed me a little shack painted red ( in the picture in Faith Without Works ). I couldn´t believe it, just down the street from our house was a whole community of little slap board shacks. A little lady came out the door and then an older lady. She was the little boy´s grandma. Her arm was hurt and they didn´t have any food, just rice. The grandmother was a widow for several years and the younger lady was a friend who lived with her in this little shack. I couldn´t believe it. I told them I would be back in ten minutes. I went and told Hannah about the situation and together we took the grandmother´s friend to the supermarket to get some necessary food. It seemed like this lady had never even been to the supermarket, she almost seemed lost. We walked down the aisles putting things like sugar, milk, bread, rice, beans and fruits into the cart. After we finished we carried the bags back to the little shack. The grandmother thanked us for what we had done. What started from two AA batteries ended up in feeding the poor and giving the satisfaction that we helped someone in need.