It was one of those small white envelopes with no name written on the front. A friend of mine handed it to me as I left church, telling me not to open it until I got home. With the Christmas holidays in full swing, I didn’t think too much about it and tucked it into my Bible.
After changing out of my church clothes, I sat down at my desk to open the envelope. Out came a very simple card with a short printed message wishing us a “carefree and happy holiday season.” There was no signature, but I felt shivers run up my back as I opened another piece of paper that tumbled out. It was a check for an amount that I was sure I was reading incorrectly.