A VISIT FROM GOD

الثلاثاء, 24 ابريل, 2007

Subject: A VISIT FROM GOD

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 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?" 

              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." 

              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. 


              If you love Jesus, send this  to ten people 
              Do not keep this message. 

              The mantra must leave your  hands within 96 hours. 

              You will get a very pleasant  surprise. 


              This is true, even if you  are not superstitious. 

              Very good things will happen  to everyone that 
              touches this story