On our visit to Lancaster this past weekend, Sparrow and I took my Amish friend to the run some errands. One of our stops was at the Amish food store, nestled deep into the back roads of Lancaster County. Sparrow stayed outside to take some photographs of the landscape to be included in her Amish photos for sale page while I went shopping with my Amish friend.
I like shopping at this particular store. The people are very friendly and the store is maintained in exquisite shape. Floors are clean, shelves are stocked, and there is a pretty glow from the natural lighting. I noticed that several of the women working in the store were walking around in stocking feet, their shoes neatly placed against the front wall.
I looked for my favorite meadow tea mix but there was none. I made a mental note that, should I ever find it again, buy as much as I can. It’s a powder form of the real meadow tea leaves. Now that cold weather is here, I don’t have fresh tea leaves from my garden. This is the next best thing. At Thanksgiving, I gave away my last container of it so I was on a serious quest to find more…plus I had promised to send some home with Sparrow for Dianna.
Outside, I noticed that Sparrow was still standing on the edge of the field by the car. Her back was to me. As my Amish friend and I approached her, Sparrow turns around and is holding a kitten. The look on her face said it all. In fact, I’m quite familiar with that look. It’s the look of “uh oh…look what I found…can we keep it?”
She had rescued the kitten from getting crushed by a car. A woman, non-Amish (of course!), almost backed over the kitten with her car. Sparrow ran over to save the kitten. “Stop! There’s a kitten by your tire!”
The woman looks at Sparrow and says, “It wouldn’t do much damage to my car.”
Both my Amish friend and I gasped when we heard this story. I was embarrassed by the lack of compassion from this woman. My Amish friend remarked, “I wonder if she’d feel the same way if her baby was under that tire.”
Compassion seems in short order these days. Not among the Amish but among “us”. I see it everywhere I look. Greedy people. People who have an aura of entitlement. People who delight in putting themselves first, often at the expense of others. A kitten is expendable. Who cares if it is crushed to death?
But I ask you…What lessons is that woman teaching her children who were in the car? How does someone with absolutely no heart look in the mirror each morning? Does she feel good about wanting to destroy the love and goodness is the sweetest of things? A tiny 6 week old kitten?
Well, that horrible person is countered by good people, people like Sherri who crawled under the car to rescue the kitten, that sees the value in the innocence and beauty of a young creature that God made. The good news is that the kitten found her way into the right arms. We were jokingly going to name her Sammy Jo, being that she’s a country kitten, but my Amish friend said, “It was by the grace of God that she was saved.” Sherri and I looked at each other and simultaneously said, “GRACE!” So, the kitten is forever known as Gracie Ann and, whenever I see that kitten, I will remember the beauty of a woman who thought enough to save it while I try to forget the horrible nature of that nasty woman who thought nothing about the possibility of crushing it!