The squirrel sat on the lawn across the street, staring at the two-year-old girl hollering over to it.

“Acorns! More acorns here!”

She gestured at our lawn, which was littered with the droppings of the two tall oaks that towered over my daughter.

She continued the chant.

“Acorns! More acorns here!”

She called not because she wanted to see the squirrel closer, but rather because she wanted the squirrel to have all that it needed. It was as if to say, “Look, a lawn full of acorns. Come partake in heaven!”

Most of us offer such invitations because there is something in it for us.

Others, the pure of heart, offer such invitations for the joy it brings – to others . . . and thus to themselves.

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