Psalm 13

A Christmas Story:
"Tickets please!" Next to me sits an old little lady - certainly over 80 years old. And while I rummage in my pocket for my ticket, she sits motionless.
"Dear lady, your ticket please!" The old lady looks at the ticket inspector. She smiles. "I don't have one. I'm just going to my two little angels in Mülheim. Look, I could tell you right now that the ticket machine is way too complicated. Or pretend I'm confused. Or simply say that I suffer from dementia. They would probably believe me.
But the truth is that it's the end of the month. There simply wasn't enough money for a ticket. But since I really wanted to see the little ones, I took the risk." -
The tallyman is visibly surprised, at a loss for words. "I've had it much worse in my life," the lady continues, "but I've never lied. Young man, feel free to write me up." She holds out her identity card to him. The inspector, however, does not look at the card. He looks the lady in the eye. Takes a deep breath and turns around. He goes to the ticket machine and opens his own wallet. After a few seconds he comes back "I bought a ticket - it's good for four rides. With it, you can see your grandchildren twice this week." ...❤️.... Wow! Love!
I have loaded the sermon of Sept. 1st, 2019 onto the Rumble account, underlaid with pretty and interesting photographs. Well, if you have time, you may listen to it!
Have a fine and wonderful Christmas!
Yours very truly!
Hartmut