Sarah’s Dandelion

Sarah's Dandelion

Sometimes the smallest act of kindness (which is, of course, one of the fruits of the Spirit working in us), can have a profound and lasting impact upon others. In Serving, the Biggest Honor in Life, Milt Culver retells a story written by pediatrician David Cerqueira. David’s wife was a Sunday school teacher at Church and she’d prepared a lesson on being useful.

He writes: “She taught the children that everyone can be useful, that usefulness is serving God and that doing so is worthy of honor.

The kids quietly soaked up my wife’s words, As the lesson ended, there was a short moment of silence. A little girl named Sarah spoke up. [She asked,] “What can I do? I don’t know how to do many useful things.”

Not anticipating that kind of response, my wife quickly looked around and spotted an empty flower vase on the windowsill. “Sarah, you can bring in a flower and put it in the vase. That would be a useful thing.” Sarah frowned. “But that’s not important.” “It is,” replied my wife, “if you are helping someone.”

Sure enough, the next Sunday Sarah brought in a dandelion and placed it in the vase. In fact, she continued to do so each week. Without reminders or help, she made sure the vase was filled with a bright yellow flower, Sunday after Sunday.

When my wife told our pastor about Sarah’s faithfulness, he placed the vase upstairs in the main sanctuary next to the pulpit. That Sunday he gave a sermon on the honor of serving others, using Sarah’s vase as an example. The congregation was touched by the message …

During that same week I got a call from Sarah’s mother. She worried that Sarah seemed to have less energy than usual and that she didn’t have an appetite. Offering her some reassurances, I made room in my schedule to see Sarah the following day. After Sarah had a battery of tests and days of examinations, I sat numbly in my office, Sarah’s paperwork on my lap. The results were tragic. She had leukemia.

On the way home, I stopped to see Sarah’s parents so that I could personally give them the sad news. Sarah’s genetics and the leukemia that was attacking her small body were a horrible mix. Sitting at their kitchen table, I did my best to explain to [her] parents that nothing could be done to save her life. I don’t think I have ever had a more difficult conversation than the one that night.

Time pressed on. Sarah became confined to bed and to the visits that many people gave her. She lost her smile. She lost most of her weight. And then it came: another telephone call. Sarah’s mother asked me to come see her. I dropped everything and ran to the house.

There she was, a small bundle that barely moved. After a short examination, I knew that Sarah would soon be leaving this world. I urged her parents to spend as much time as possible with her.

That was a Friday afternoon. On Sunday morning church started as usual. The singing, the sermon it all seemed meaningless when I thought of Sarah. I felt enveloped in sadness.

At the end of the sermon, the pastor suddenly stopped speaking. His eyes wide, he stared at the back of the church with utter amazement. Everyone turned to see what he was looking at. It was Sarah! Her parents had brought her for one last visit. She was bundled in a blanket, a dandelion in one little hand.

She didn’t sit in the back row. Instead she slowly walked to the front of the church where her vase was still perched by the pulpit. She put her flower in the vase and a piece of paper beside it. Then she returned to her parents. Seeing little Sarah place her flower in the vase for the last time moved everyone.

At the end of the service, people gathered around Sarah and her parents, trying to offer as much love and support as possible. I could hardly bear to watch. Four days later, Sarah died.

I wasn’t expecting it, but our pastor asked to see me after the funeral.

We stood at the cemetery near our cars as people walked past us. In a low voice he said, “Dave, I’ve got something you ought to see.” He pulled out of his pocket the piece of paper that Sarah had left by the vase. Holding it out to me, he said, “You’d better keep this; it may help you in your line of work.”

“I opened the folded paper to read, in pink crayon, what Sarah had written: ‘Dear God, this vase has been the biggest honor of my life. Sarah.’ Sarah’s note and her vase have helped me to understand. I now realize in a new way that life is an opportunity to serve God by serving people. And, as Sarah put it, that is the biggest honor of all.”

 

To consider …

  • I think it’s easy to forget that our portion, our service – no matter how insignificant it may seem – always matters to God and may have a deep, unexpected impact on those we serve. That’s because love has a way of breaking through the “particulars” of any act of kindness to reveal something far bigger than the act itself: the love that drives the action. Can you think of some small thing you’ve done for someone else, driven by your Christian love, that mattered to that person more than you could have imagined? What made it so effective? Why was the person touched so deeply?
  • As I look back at my life I can remember many ‘Sarahs’ – some who are at home with the Lord – who left a small “dandelion” behind that still makes me smile. How about you?
  • Are you dropping pedals behind you as you walk through your day?
  • It’s important for us to remember that the gifts we set before the Lord are eternal gifts. In Mark 9:41, Jesus said, “Truly, I say to you, whoever gives you a cup of water to drink because you belong to Christ will by no means lose his reward.” Because our gifts of service – motivated as they are by pure love – are given into the Lord’s hand, He infuses them with life toward those whom we serve.
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  1. As I sit in tears reading this story it again reminds me how important it is to stop and HEAR what is being said – I think that sometimes we just hear the superficial and not the deep things- someone may say for example when you ask them how are you – ok I guess but what are they really saying – do we stop and really listen? Little children may say things we brush off as fact when they say them but to them it’s something new and wonderful. For a morning chuckle here’s an example- on Tuesday Logan asked for munchkins on way to school I said sure- it’s always a little conversation what kinds he wants and last time he included powdered sugar ones which I hate and you all know why especially you moms/grammas out there – MESSY! So I ask so what kind are we ordering we get it down to 2 glazed 2 blueberry 2 chocolate 2 jelly and 2 powdered. I’m like you didn’t eat the chocolate or the powder last time remember we threw them out for the squirrels. He insists he wants them ok we order and gets his bag of 10 munchkins. Driving on to Smithfield to preschool he is starting to eat some he pulls out powdered (as I shudder watching the white mess) he takes a bite and chews and say Gramma – (with surprise and utter delight might I add) the powdered has JELLY TOO!! Smiling and happy over a small thing – like the little flower put in that vase. I remember many gifts of small yellow weeds given to Gramma/YaYa from my crew and always with sheer delight and gratitude that shows how much it means that they blessed me with their precious gift. Each person Big or small has their own portion to give – Gods plan is ALWAYS BEST!!!

  2. I loved the question from a few days ago asking us to consider what message we are preaching. I find one from today–“Are you dropping petals as you walk through your day?”– equally challenging!

  3. One small granddaughter with a growing grasp of God’s Word and an extremely LARGE vocabulary climbed up onto our big guest bed on Thanksgiving night to join our gratitude game, a reflective recap of the day. When it was her turn, both our mouths fell to the ground as she stated the thing she was most thankful for was God giving us His Word! She proceeded to ask to see one of our Bibles in order to show us her favorite verse, Genesis 12:12. As if that wasn’t enough to send my hubby’s heart soaring, she explained to us what this verse meant, drawing on her most recent chapel at the Christian school where her mom has been teaching 4th grade since 2015 when she entered kindergarten. Cute story, right? Well, her mom had tried to break into the public schools without success for at least 4 years and felt dejected and like a throwaway. She prayed. Her husband prayed. We prayed. God’s “merciful no” seemed pretty harsh back then when her husband was laid off and unemployment had run out. However in retrospect it brings us all to tears.

  4. “life is an opportunity to serve God by serving people. And, as Sarah put it, that is the biggest honor of all.”
    Beautiful simplicity God expressed in and through His church!

  5. We may never know the impact a small act of kindness can have on a child, a hurting person, a stranger who the Lord may send your way to be His hands, feet,showing compassion and very possibly bringing a small amount of happiness to someone who has fallen on hard times. A very emotional story that makes me appreciate the healthy children and grandchildren God has blessed me with. 1 John 3:1, ” see what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God, and so we are.” Let’s bring glory to the family name by being children with integrity, walking in holiness.

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