Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.
She picked it up
and looked at it before opening,
but then she looked at the envelope
again.
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 a
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 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.
RUTH PASSED HER TEST...
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