“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive,
but in finding something to live for.”
( a jar of Pickles from Pickles with a Purpose)
I suppose a jar of pickles and Christmas seem to have nothing much in common…
But as you may know, those of us predisposed to all things Southern, love a good pickle.
As we love the sheer notion of pickling.
We pickle everything from cucumbers to okra to quail eggs, to pigs feet.
And mind you whereas I prefer all things of the cucumber variety, I have been known to
venture out on a limb by trying a pickled green bean as well as an okra,
I simply draw the line however with the eggs and pig’s feet.
I live in a small Georgia town, a growing town, but considered small
none-the-less by the larger city dwellers…
And I should know having grown up in the big city…
we are indeed small, despite having a super Kroger and a Super Wal-Mart.
I don’t like super…super is too big, too generic, too impersonal.
I do like my small town as opposed to the big city.
Whereas the big city has more to offer such as great places to eat,
unique places to shop, and abundant things to do….
the small town is more homey.
And I like the feel of homey.
I was at the pharmacist’s the other day getting a prescription filled.
I like my pharmacy.
It is owned and operated by a local gal whose husband I once worked with at the high school.
I remember when they got married.
They now have boys in junior high.
Time flies in small towns.
Her dad works the counter, while she works at filling the bottles.
It’s nice as in it’s homey, as they know me by name.
They know my husband and they know my son and daughter-n-law.
They order things I need.
So the other day as I was waiting for my perscribtion to be filled, I wandered about
looking at the items she has in for Christmas.
Sitting amongst the ornaments and specialty soaps sat a jar of pickles.
Curious I picked up the jar.
The label simply read Pickles with a Purpose.
The side label gave a listing of ingredients and the fact that they came
from Marietta, Georgia…once a small town of its own,
but Marietta is now a part of the mega growing Cobb County, the
soon to be new home of the Atlanta Braves.
How an Atlanta baseball team can still be known as just that, Atlanta’s baseball team,
when moving out from Atlanta to a neighboring county still has me confused…
but that is not my worry, not today.
There was also a website listed on the back label of the pickles.
A website where one could learn more about the story behind the pickles.
I did however notice a small card propped up by the pickle jars…
so I pulled it out hoping to read a little further into the story.
It seems the idea of the pickles came from a 9 year old boy named Luke
from Marietta, Georgia who felt God wants him to help raise money for an older man
he knows who happens to be homeless.
The young man’s grandmother graciously offered her secret pickle recipe as a means
of having a product to sell in hopes of raising enough money to buy Luke’s
homeless friend a home.
The homeless friend, named Tim, is a middle aged black man whom Luke
had met while helping his mom at a business she manages…
At that point, with tears in my eye and my prescription being ready,
I grabbed up 4 jars… all I could carry, as made my way to the counter to pay.
I was told that the pickles were really great so I went back and grabbed the last jar.
It wasn’t the fact that the pickles were supposedly really good…
It wasn’t because I like pickles…
but rather it was the story behind the pickles that actually inspired me…
as I normally wouldn’t buy jars of pickles to give as Christmas gifts.
Later at home I got on the computer and looked up Pickles with a Purpose and found the
following You Tube video of the young man Luke sharing his plan of raising the money
to buy his friend Tim a home…
I hope Luke’s story will inspire as well bless you as much as it blessed me…
As Luke’s pickle story is really just another reminder of what Christmas is really all about…
I’ll be going back to pick up some more jars of pickles…
Small towns are nice that way….
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It is amazing what one person, no matter how young, can do. We have two young men in Markham who began the ME TO WE when they were youngsters because they were concerned about children in third world countries. It is now a large charitable organization that helps children around the world and runs a WE Day in various cities across Canada to get Canadian children involved in helping others. Talk about purposeful young people!
I am always encouraged seeing such spiritual tenacity in those so young—puts us older folks to shame!!
That was indeed a nice story Julie
Thanks Wally–did my heart good to learn the story
Sometimes a good story is needed huh Julie?
In these days of wailing and whining among the masses, yes… my heart needs to hear that there are those who neither waiver nor falter… those who neither wane nor slumber!!!
Well the temptation to just hide from it all and pretend we have no stake in it is huge
And I just see the faithful scattering like a dropped jar of marbles—
I think of Esther
If she acts she might be killed
If she doesn’t probably will be anyway
Gods going to get it done with us or without us.
I say why miss all the fun
You got that right Wally!
What a great story even if you don’t like pickles which I don’t. And I love those small town stores which are becoming harder and harder to find. Thanks for sharing this wonderful story. 🙂 ❤
Oh but I do like pickles–only the cucumbers and okra varieties– nothing else strange
Well you can have my entire allotment of them❣️😘🐔🌵
I’ve grown up all my life pretty much in the city. This is why I love the south, the mid-west, and those in middle America…and Christians. Yes, those God saved and uses to show love in this world of ours.
Oh you were right. I loved this post. 😊