DO NOT FORGET TO ENTERTAIN STRANGERS,
for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.
Hebrews 13 - 2
A man walked into the small cafe hidden down a backstreet in the town centre. The young woman behind the counter welcomed him as he studied the menu board. "What would you like to order" she enquired. "I think I'll just have some soup and rolls, thank you" he replied "its still cold it will warm me, but then its only March and it looks as though its going to snow'
He moved to sit at one of the tables and received a polite smile from a couple of elderly pensioners.
The door opened allowing a strong gust of wind permission to blow the menus off the tables. Wow Paula had arrived. More accident prone than genuinely destructive she rushed to pick the paper off the floor and set it back on the tables.
She noticed the man sitting alone smiling at her noisy arrival. She smiled back, there was something about his eyes, they had that shine and glow that she had seen in the eyes of men who knew their God. He had come far, but how far she could not have realised even in her dreams. Was it the man who gently lifted her up when she hit the deck tripping over an uneven flag on pavement rushing to a dental appointment. That man gently took hold of her arm saying "get up slowly - are you okay - my car is in the car park I can take you home." Paula remembered assuring him "I'm okay I don't know how that happened" realising that to people passing by it must have looked so funny. "It happens" he said and as Paula thanked him for his kind assistance he disappeared out of view.
This man appeared to be studying the local clientele as the tables began to fill for the lunch time rush but no one wanted to sit on his table, everyone knew everyone in a small town and he was a stranger. His slightly unkempt look hardly mingled with the beads, bangles and botox brigade. Still he heard everything. Even whispered comment.
Earlier that morning Paula had sat on the hilltop overlooking the little town, as the sun shone promising greener days she rested on a wooden bench. As far as the eye could see the fields and hills stretched towards the horizon. No sign of war, no sign of starving homeless people or bombed homes. In the warm cafe her silent prayer rose heavenward "how long Lord before you rise and repay the abusers."
The man on the next table had finally received his soup and rolls and paused between another mouthful almost absorbing her anguish. His lips never moved but somehow she heard the words soon very soon now.
The bell over the cafe door rang again as Vicky and Mona arrived and waved towards Paula "be over in a minute" said Vicky.
Mona leaned over the cake counter viewing the delicious cakes fortunately protected by glass.
"Have those got egg in them" she asked, already knowing the answer but needing to promote her vegetarianism. "I'm a vegetarian" she squeaked "no eggs"
"Sorry my dear" replied the woman behind the counter "all our cakes have eggs in them"
"Oh" replied Mona "then I'll just have a piece of flapjack" her face a study of suffering for her commitment.
Vickie winced and ordered an almond slice and a coffee. Mona had not finished ordering "Could I just have tea, a pot of hot water and a tea bag. Her ritual swipe of the tea bag through the cup and into a container left a slightly amber liquid and a pot of frustrated tea leaves. Mona was all ritual.
Vicky wonder whether she should mentioned the dirty smudge on her forehead but decided better of it. Paula was totally tactless. "Mona do you need a trip to Spec Savers or is that a dead moth on your forehead"
"Excuse me" said Mona with a hurt expression on her face "it is Ash Wednesday you know, I've been to church"
"Oh sorry" replied Paula "I had forgotten you are one of the smells & bells brigade all ritual and candles.
Once again Mona asked to be excused as she choked on the remains of her flapjack squaring up to this assault on her denomination. "I don't read or believe your bible, it was just written by men anyway"
Now the gauntlet was thrown down. "Well Mona" Paula challenged "which Christ are you following because the bible prophesied His birth, death and resurrection and even I know you are taught the gospels as children.
Mona couldn't answer that one so she tactically withdrew and wandering over to the counter to pay for her snack and then into the Gift Department intent on buying nothing - just looking.
Vicky laughed "don't wind her up Paula. She's happy going for her Sunday gossip, creeping around the priest, in fact she will probably whinge to him about you next Sunday."
"Oooooh good" replied Paula "any time he needs enlightenment as to the price he is going to pay for misleading the sheep, she can just give him my number."
The man at the next table was smiling as Paula went on a roll. "Do you know when I challenged her about taking the mark of the beast (Revelation) she said "Oh, I'll deny Christ I don't want to die. This from a woman of 70+ who is hurtling and I do mean hurtling towards judgement.
And whatever you do don't mention homosexuality - thats fine. Teaching kids about different relationships at 4 years old. That's fine. Abortion not a problem. In fact nearly everything Christ said in the gospels she completely ignores. So who the hell is she following. Sorry I must apologise for the profanity.
By this time Paula was positively glowing, probably more the result of rising blood pressure than a heavenly touch.
"Please don't tell me you follow the Christ if you ignore what he said. Don't trip through the commandments picking out this and ignoring that. After all He went further and said if you even look at a woman lustfully you are committing adultery."
'Well that applies both ways" suggested Vicky "after all Paula its not so long ago you were raving about Paul Freeman. "Oh yes" said Paula laughing "sorry about that one Lord" she said speaking to an invisible presence. Actually I didn't realise at the time he died in 2003 probably the last movie he made." "Doesn't matter" replied Vicky laughing "you're guilty"
"Well pardon me Lord" said Paula "and thanks for the cross because not one of us would get there without You, we've had it.
"Had what" enquired the wandering spectacle returning to their table.
"Had enough" beamed Paula "ready for lift off Mona"
The man at the table stifled a giggle.
"Did you enjoy your lunch" enquired Paula glancing apologetically at the man who seemed amused by the banter "sorry about the racket but when I get on my high horse all hell breaks loose. I'm new to this area and just catching up with a few friends who lived near my last abode.
"I don't know the area either" he replied "just doing some research before the big push"
Paula was not quite sure what the last comment meant but hoped he enjoyed the rest of his day.
Mona climbed into her car as Vicky and Paula set off to walk up the hill. The man left the cafe and as he passed Mona's parked car heard her mutter to herself. "That woman is completely barmy, as mad as a box of ferrets."
Paula couldn't help feeing sorry for Mona. How would she deal with the coming storm, no one would suggest she was a bad person, just misguided, her values based on this world and absolutely no idea of the wrath that will surely head our way.
Paula remember as a young child being told to kiss a visiting cardinal's ring and she didn't want to. "No" she cried running to hide behind her mother. "Yes" replied her mother "you must kiss his ring" Her grandmother attempted to save the day "don't make her if she doesn't want to" But her mother was having none of it and she was dragged her daughter to kiss the claw like hand sporting a large jewelled ring.
"Thank God I was saved from that denomination" Paula commented recounting the childhood experience to Vicky as she opened the front door to her home. It's amazing how many little children have suffered under Satan's recruits. Even now, yes even now, its still going on and the public know about it and the catholics still march to their vampire feast. So we are stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea for now.
"How's the book coming along" Vicky enquired as she glanced at the untidy mess of paper in the sitting room.
"It's not" replied Paula "I've had enough on my hands lately setting up this place and finding my way around a new town. I am not sure there's enough time left and perhaps that's why I have preferred blogging. It isn't about me. It certainly isn't about fame. If I knew I had written a piece like the Desiderata and it inspired someone that would be enough. Imagine writing something when you have been imprisoned for preaching God's word. I can't even imagine what prison was like in John Bunyans day. Pretty grim, smelly and disease ridden yet John managed to survive twelve years and write a book which has inspired billions. He's my hero, I just hope I am blessed bumping into him in eternity.
Television has taken the place of reading for a great many people and that box can be lethal. You have to carefully sieve what your children see and hear. Perhaps one day they will all be sat there watching their favourite soap and find themselves directed to commit mass suicide. Then it will not be a question of "open the box" they will be "in a box"
"I really wonder what that man was researching" said Vicky laughing. Paula's face saddened. "It reminds me of a book I read by Adrian Plass called "The Visit" Well worth a read. All the elders and those who would receive acknowledgement were at the front of the church waiting for the Founder's visit. Most wouldn't know Jesus if they fell over him but they never missed a church service. A few people at the back of the church smiled and waved at Jesus and he came over and suggested they go to the local pub. Worth a read Vicky. I'm quite a fan of Adrian Plass. He is honest and sincere about the doubt and struggles most christians face in the world today. God bless him.
Hebrews 11 - 13
These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
Hebrews 11 - 16
But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.
SHALOM