On a cold winter day in Philadelphia, a little girl named Hatti Wiatt, in a ragged coat and paper thin shoes, came to a small church and asked to attend their Sunday School. It was explained that, unfortunately, because the building was so small, there was just no room for her. So Hatti turned sadly and walked back through the snow to her tiny room where she lived alone.
Two years later, she became ill and died. Under her pillow was found a torn pocket book with seventy-five pennies in it. The pennies were wrapped carefully in a scrap of paper which read:
To help build the little church bigger,
so that more children can go to Sunday school.
For two years, Hatti had painstakingly saved her pennies for the cause that was nearest to her heart.
When the minister of the church was handed the ragged pocket book and seventy-five pennies, he wept. Then he told the story to the church. The people were so moved that they made donations to make Hatti's dream come true. Newspapers told the story far and wide too, and within five years, those seventy-five pennies had grown to $250,000--enough money in those days to build a large church building.
Today, in Philidelphia stands a great church building that seats 3,300 people, a college with accommodations for more than 1,400 students, a Christian hospital, and a Sunday school facility so large that all who wish to learn may come. It's amazing what one little girl, a dream, and seventy-five cents can accomplish.
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-Michelle
The best laid plans are in my other pants. -- Newsboys
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