to the bank with their father the next day. They are so excited, and delighted
to think of all the sights their father will show them in the city.
Mary's response while showing them the snow globe of St Paul's:
" Well, most things he can. But sometimes a person we love through no
fault of his own, can't see past the end of his nose. "
Mary then sings the beautiful song about the little old lady who sits bythe cathedral selling crumbs for the birds-
Early each day to the steps of St. Paul'sThe little old bird woman comesIn her own special way to the people she callsCome buy my bags full of crumbsCome feed the little birds show them you careAnd you'll be glad if you doTheir young ones are hungryTheir nests are so bareAll it takes is tuppence from you
They are following their father to the bank the next day--when GLORY
BE!---there sits the little old bird woman on the steps of St. Paul's.
Young Michael has listened to Mary's lesson well--and will have nothing
to do with depositing his tuppence in Mr. Dawes' bank--instead wanting
to only feed the birds.
Mr. Dawes is outraged and responds to Michael, " Fiddlesticks, boy! Feed the birds and what have you got? Fat birds!"
Michael's eyes had been opened, but the image of greed portrayed in Mr. Dawes wants it all. They had vaults full of money and yet--they wanted the little tuppence Michael only wanted to share.
A sad but true picture of mankind--as we sit and wait for others to feed the poor, the needy, those without--while we hold tight our treasure to keep it safe. We walk blindly by in our haste of the day and fail to notice the sorrow all around. And when we happen to see--we quickly respond, my tuppence wouldn't help much and others are so rich-I will let them help--I need to save for--or buy myself---. But if we all gave tuppence---if we all would share what we could--would those in need--ever need anymore?
Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed.