God – An Inspiring Story
Marge 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:
I’m going to be in your
neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
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
With that thought, Marge 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 Marge with grand total 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?"
Marge 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."
Marge 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
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders,
turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Marge
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 Marge could see now that she was shivering. "You know, I've got
another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Marge
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!"
Marge 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 was so good to see you again.
Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful
The air was still cold, but even without her coat,
Marge no longer noticed.
Submitted By: Rev. Oommen and Leela Thomas