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There was no
stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:
I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to
stop by for a visit.
Love Always,
Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why
would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have
anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty
kitchen cabinets.
"Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have
to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."
She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and
forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at
least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of
milk...leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to last her until
Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager
offerings tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed
two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them
dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been
living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and
we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd
really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly,
she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really
wanted to.
"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have
is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for
dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and he headed
back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar
twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and
turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you
take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."
She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank
you!"
It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.
"You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take
this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the
woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the
street... without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried
too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer
Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she
noticed another envelope in her mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman
doesn't usually come twice in one day."
She took the envelope out of the box and opened it
Dear Ruth:
It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal.
And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
Love Always
Jesus
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer
noticed.
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PLUNGER ***
This letter was
sent to me through email by a friend. It went out to be forwarded chain
mail that already circulated to almost all of us again and again. But it
was just a very nice experience reading this story as this will move you
and shock you as well... especially if this will happen to you. Just
find out why or how by reading the whole story.
It was
once thought to us... that "what we de to the least of our
brethren, we do it to Christ too." It is as if we sin against our
fellow brothers and sisters, it is like sinning against our Dear Christ
too. Because He is also our Brother.
If we
do something good to our fellows, if we do help them, and treat them and
love them as how we love ourselves, then for sure Christ will be happy.
It is also a restatement of the Confucian Golden Rule then. But with
Christ, it is just different... much different.
I would
be very happy too if I will have God as my guest in my house. Having Him
Visit me will sure make me feel better than how I feel now. He is really
the only One... the Savior.
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