A mother asked Billy, her seven-year-old son, to clean her shoes. He meticulously cleaned and shined the shoes and was rewarded with a quarter. When she went to put on her shoes, the mother felt something in the toe of one. She reached in and found the quarter wrapped in a little note, which contained Billy’s scribbled words: “You can keep the quarter, I done it for love.”
Larry Hatfield explains, “‘I done it for love’ may raise no spire and build no steeple, but it is always a cathedral where God dwells. A choir can be assembled by persuasion and trained by expertise, but music is a child of love. A sermon can be drafted with calculation and delivered with precision, but a message from heaven is heard only where there’s love.”
