As the pastor was leaving the Sunday service a young man approached him. The young man walked right up to him and said, “Sir, what are you going to do with your flower?” At first the pastor did not know what he was talking about, but then he understood.
He said, “Do you mean this?” as he pointed to the rose boutonniere pinned on the lapel of his suit.
The young man said, “Yes sir. I would like it if you are just going to throw it away.” The pastor smiled and gladly told the young man that he could have his flower, casually asking him what he was going to do with it.
The little boy, who was probably less than 10 years old, looked up and said, “Sir, I’m going to give it to my granny. My mother and father got divorced last year. I was living with my mother, but when she married again, she wanted me to live with my father. I lived with him for a while, but he said I could not stay, so he sent me to live with my grandmother. She is so good to me. She cooks for me and takes care of me. She has been so good to me that I want to give that pretty flower to her for loving me.”
When the little boy finished the pastor could hardly speak. His eyes filled with tears. He reached up and unpinned his flower. With the flower in his hand, he looked at the boy and said, “Son, that is the nicest thing I have ever heard, you can have this flower but it’s not enough. If you’ll look in the front of the pulpit, you’ll see a big bouquet of flowers. Different families buy them for the church each week. Please also take those flowers to your granny because she deserves the very best.”
The little boy said, “What a wonderful day! I asked for one flower but got a beautiful bouquet.”