“Share and Share Alike”
In a time of drought, Jos is inspired to share his food with those who have none.
Themes Found in This Story:
- Sharing with the needy
- No fear for the future
Possible Bible Memory Verses:
- “Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under com- pulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.” II Corinthians 9:7 (NIV)
- Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26 (NIV)
- A generous man will himself be blessed, for he shares his food with the poor. Proverbs 22:9 (NIV)
- World Hunger Relief Bank
- Monkey bread to share
The drought this year had gone on longer than everyone expected. Jos sat up in his hole in the tree, counting his food stores. On one side, he had a pile of bugs; on the other, a heap of nuts and dried berries. There wasn’t much left, but if the rains came in the next few weeks, then he should be all right.
Jos flew out of the tree and saw a fire by the river. He went to investigate. Swooping down, he saw Omulonga sitting at a little campfire, roasting a fish. Maro and Madala were also sitting there, and, as Jos swooped landed, Nyati came lumbering out of the bush.
“Hello, everyone!” Omulonga said. “I’m just cooking up my last fish. Would you like to join me for lunch?”
“Oh, yes, thank you!” said Maro. “I’m starving.”
“Thank you very much, young lady,” Madala said.
Omulonga began cutting up the fish, handing everyone a piece.
“Omulonga, if we all eat your last fish, what will you eat tomorrow?” Nyati asked.
Omulonga shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’m not worried. God will take care of me. The Bible says if He provides for the sparrows and the flowers, then He will certainly provide for me. So don’t worry about the fish. Please, go ahead and eat it.”
The others thanked her and began to eat. Jos looked down at his fish. Here was Omulonga, sharing her last fish, and he had that food stored up in his tree. He set his piece of fish down on the ground. “I’ll be back in a minute, you guys.”
He flew off to his tree and studied the pile of bugs, nuts and berries. He took off his hat, turned it over, and scooped all the food into it. He grabbed the hat with his claws and flew back to the others.
“Hey guys! I’ve got some more food here,” he told them, landing on Nyati’s horn. He held out the hat of food and started passing it around.
“Oh, thank you, Jos,” said Maro. “Is this the last of your food too?”
Jos nodded. “That’s very thoughtful of you, my dear boy,” said Madala. “You know, you didn’t have to do that.”
Jos waved his wing to say it was nothing. “Everyone was hungry, and I had food, so what could I do but share? Omulonga was right. God will provide for us.” He nibbled on a centipede as the hat came back around. “Dig in! The more legs, the better they taste!” Nyati grimaced at the bugs and picked out a berry instead, and everyone laughed.