Little Girl Behind the Counter

I was having a cup of coffee and working on a few reports at a coffee shop near our office. The little seven-year-old granddaughter of the owner was singing behind the counter. I asked where she learned to sing. She said, “I learned from my uncle.” I said, “Where is he?” and she said, “He’s dead.” I said, “I’m sorry, but it was nice he taught you before he died.” “O, no,” she said, “he died before I was born.” “Well, how did he teach you then?” “Oh,” she said, “I inherited it from him!” May you and I be faithful in sharing the gospel to the masses of the world that they may inherit the gift, not of singing, but of eternal life!