RC Cola

He sits on the tailgate of his daddy’s pickup. It’s Saturday...and as usual on a Saturday morning in Harvest, Alabama...quite the crowd has gathered. It’s spring time. The weather is beautiful. The morning breeze is perfect.

In just about ten minutes, the doors will open and a community will come together for the next two hours. Almost 200 families are gathered to receive food from the local community facility, House of the Harvest. The black with the white. The wealthy with the poor. The young with the old. Everyone has a role and they do it all in unity.

While they wait...they are treated to a Moon Pie and RC Cola. Right out of the back of that same pickup. And invited by a seven year old. His grandfather delivered the Moon Pies. The RC Cola...his mommy. His grandmother, she passes them out as the boy calls the crowd over. On the tailgate, the young seven year old holds a megaphone and speaks into it repeatedly, “RC and Moon Pies!”

On the other side of the parking lot...his daddy watches the whole picture with tears in his eyes. It wasn’t long ago that his daddy cried because he thought his son would never speak. It wasn’t long ago his daddy cried because he was told to invest in an $8,000 communication device. It wasn’t long ago his daddy cried because the boy would talk and talk and talk, and nobody could understand a word...and the boy would get more and more frustrated, angry, and upset...because he couldn’t understand. Sometimes his daddy would sit alone in the dark and just cry and ask God, “Why?”

Today, Daddy still sometimes cries...because God has been so good and daddy’s heart is so full.

I am convinced this might be the only place in the world where you can see someone shed a tear over an RC Cola.

“In my distress I called upon the LORD, And cried to my God for help; He heard my voice out of His temple, And my cry for help before Him came into His ears.” Psalm 18:6