"THE LETTER"
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.
~Author Unknown