Letter From God Wednesday
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk
to me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or
thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday.
But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to
wear.
When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a
few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were to busy. At
one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except
sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you
wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and called a friend to
get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day long.
With all our activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to
me.
I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt
embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You
glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your
friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't.
That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will
talk to me yet.
You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After
a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you
like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend a lot
of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just
enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV
and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me.
Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your
family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That's okay
because you may not realize that I am always there for you.. I've
got patience, more than you will ever know.... I even want to teach
you how to be patient with others as well.
I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or
thought, or a thankful par! t of you r heart. It is hard to have a
one-sided conversation.
Well, you are getting up once again. Once again I will wait, with
nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some
time. Have a nice day!
Your friend,
GOD
1950s, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our
small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated
with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him
to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to
welcome me into the world a few months later. As I
grew up, I never questioned his place in our family.
Mom taught me to love the Word of God, and Dad
taught me to obey it, but the stranger was our
storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating
tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were
daily conversations. He could hold our whole family
spellbound for hours each evening.. He was like a
friend to the whole family.
He took Dad, my brother, and me to our first major
league football game. He was always encouraging us
to see the films and he even made arrangements to
introduce us to several stars. The stranger was an
incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind, but
sometimes Mom would quietly get up -- while the rest
of us were enthralled with one of his stories of
faraway places -- go to her room, read the Bible and
pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the
stranger would leave?
You see, my Dad ruled our household with certain
moral convictions, but this stranger never felt an
obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example,
was not allowed in our house -- not from us, from
our friends, or from adults. Yet, our longtime
visitor used occasional four letter words that
burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge
the stranger was never confronted.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol
in his home -- not even for cooking, but the
stranger felt like we needed exposure and
enlightened us to other ways of life.
He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages
often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly,
and pipes distinguished. He talked freely about sex.
His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes
suggestive, and generally embarrassing. He spoke of
homosexuality and other sexual deviance's as though
they were totally acceptable.
As I look back, I believe it was by the grace of
God that the stranger did not influence us more.
Time after time, he opposed the values of parents,
yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.
Nearly fifty years have passed since the stranger
moved in with us, but if I were to walk into my
parents home today, I would still see him sitting
there waiting for someone to listen to his stories
and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?........We just called him by his
initials, "TV"
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