~ House of Wolfsberg ~

AN OLDIE BUT A GOODIE

> >> 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, you 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.

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This was said by science: “The universe is governed by laws”.

This was said by God: “I had appointed the laws of heaven
and earth”

-Jeremiah 33:25,written before 580 B.C.E.

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Who Will Take The Son

   The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors

came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he

showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

   The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of

his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the

great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

   On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his

gavel.. ‘We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid

for this picture?’ There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room

shouted, ‘We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.’  But the

auctioneer persisted. ‘Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the

bidding? $100, $200?’ Another voice said angrily. ‘We didn’t come to see this

painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s, the Rembrandts. Get on with the

real bids!’

   But still the auctioneer continued. ‘The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?’

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime

gardener of the man and his son. ‘I’ll give $10 for the painting..’ Being a

poor man, it was all he could afford. ‘We have $10, who will bid $20?’

‘Give it to him for $10. Let’s see the masters.’ The crowd was becoming angry.

   They didn’t want the picture of the son.  They wanted the more worthy

investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel.

‘Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!’ A man sitting on the second row shouted,

‘Now let’s get on with the collection!’ The auctioneer laid down his gavel.

‘I’m sorry, the auction is over.’ ‘What about the paintings?’

‘I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a

secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation

until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.. Whoever

bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!’

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer,

His message today is: ‘The son, the son, who’ll take the son?’ Because, you see,

whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH

IN HIM, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE…THAT’S LOVE

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