A Talk With God
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
I was always told, since childhood, by my Grand Dad, that we should
not question what God does. He always knows best. Sometimes I
wonder, though, by the things that He does to us.
I got up early one morning, fixed some coffee, and decided to watch
TV before my wife got up. When I turned the TV on, it was on the
TBN channel. A preacher was preaching and he said, "If you have a
problem, turn it over to God and He will take care of it.''
So, I turned off the TV, picked up the phone and dialed O for the
operator. I told her I wanted to place a long distance, collect
call to
God.
She said, "Don't you know that He is a very busy man?"
I said, "Sure, I do. But, I still want to talk with Him."
I overheard her telling God that it was a collect call from me. He
said, "Yes, may I help you? I am a busy man."
"I know," I said. "But, I need some answers and you're the man to
see. So, I am going to put you on the spot for some correct
answers."
God said, "I know, if I don't answer your questions now, you will
call
back again. So, go ahead and ask.''
"Several months ago, you took three people that were dearly loved by
me and my family. Why!?"
"'Cause I needed more angels," God said.
"More angels?" I asked.
"Yes," God replied.
"Look, almost 2000 years now, man has been here, on earth, and you
say you still need more angels?"
"Yes."
"Whatever for?"
"To pick flowers. What else?"
"Flowers?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Surely, you could have gotten three other people to pick flowers
besides these three."
"I needed their talent," God said.
"Talent? What talent?"
"Well, if you must know ..." I could tell God was getting upset with
all my questions. "First, I chose your Mother. Many years ago, she
picked cotton and I knew that she could do very well at picking
flowers for me. As a matter of fact, she taught you and your sister
how to pick cotton, too."
"Just a minute," I said. "You may ask my sister if she is ready for
picking flowers. But, I'm sure not! Sorry, I did not mean to
interrupt
you."
"Thank you," God said. "Next, I chose Peggy, as she was a hard
worker and could talk at the same time. But, I am going to have
Mary to watch over her. She does very well at working. But, she
sure likes to talk.
Sometimes, the other angels move away from her, as she talks now
more than she works. But then, again, she has the other angels
talking instead of picking flowers.
Next, I chose your uncle, as I needed a supervisor for the angels.
I am sure he will be a good supervisor by the number of children he
raised.
But, I am going to have to watch over him. He gets the angels to
the
right field for picking flowers. But, then, he goes on a coffee
break.
I may have to work him a few double shifts, now and then."
"God, I have one small little favor to ask of you."
"What is it?" God asked.
"If you see, later on, that you really could do without them, would
you please send them back to us, as we sure miss them. Why do the
angels pick so many flowers? What are the flowers for, anyway?"
"Well, you see, young man, the flowers are like people. When they
are born, they sprout up and go through life being beautiful. But,
as they grow older, they begin to wilt. That is when the angels
begin to pick those flowers. The flowers are for the Masters
Bouquet. They pick Roses, Carnations, Tulips, and many wild
flowers."
The operator, suddenly, came on and disconnected us. She
said, "Times up. Have a nice day."
The talk with God left me with a peace of mind, not confused as
before. I realized that each of us is a certain kind of flower in
the Master's Bouquet. I would not mind, one little bit, if I was a
wild flower growing beside a dirt country road. For I know that I
would be picked, as they each loved wildflowers.
PS. If you are out riding around some night, find yourself on a
dirt
country road, and you should see a light in the far distance across
an empty field ... it might not be the type of light that you and I
are
accustomed to seeing. It just might be an angel picking flowers.
What's going on in heaven? A newly arrived soul in Heaven was met by
St. Peter. St. Peter and the soul took the A-tour around Heaven.
They walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.
St. Peter stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is
the Receiving Section.
Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received." The soul
looked at the section, and it was terribly busy with many angels
sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps
from people all over the world.
They continued on until they reached the second section. St. Peter
told the soul, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here,
the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and
delivered to the living persons who asked for them." The soul noted
again how busy it was. There were many angels working hard at that
station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being
packaged for delivery to Earth.
Finally at the farthest corner of the room, the soul stopped at a
very
small station. To the surprise of the soul, only one angel was
seated
there, idly doing nothing. "This is the acknowledgment Section," St.
Peter told the soul.
"How is it that? There's no work here?"
"So sad," St. Peter sighed. "After people receive the blessings they
asked for, very few send acknowledgments."
"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?
"Simple," St. Peter answered. "Just say, "'Thank you, Lord'."
"What blessings should they acknowledge?"
"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof
overhead and a place to sleep ... you are richer than 75% of this
world.
"If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in
a dish ... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
"And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in
the world who has that opportunity."
Also . "If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ...
you are more blessed than the millions who will not even survive
this week.
"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of
imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ...
you
are ahead of 700 million people in the world.
"If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death ... you are envied by, and more blessed
than, three billion people in the world.
"If your parents are still alive and still married ... you are very
rare.
"If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you
are unique to all those in doubt and despair."
"Ok, what now? How can I start?"
"If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing
in that someone was thinking of you as very special, and, you are
more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot
read at all."
Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this
along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.
Attn: Acknowledge Dept.: Thank You Lord! "Thank you Lord, for giving
me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many
wonderful people to share it with.
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