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we were at our local fine dining establishment when this ragged family of what looked like appalachian coal miners shuffles in all tattered and blue because it was so cold.
since this was the east shore (which is VERY posh) naturally, the town fathers all raised their collective disapproving eyebrow and garrumphed under their breath.
but the disconsolate father and mother, who in their shiny clothes that had seen one too many ironings stood stiffer and straighter while they waited for the hostess.
this was a special occasion because the little boy (jimmy) and his sister (betsy) were being rewarded for doing so well in school.
their father had saved for 6 whole weeks for this special day and he was proud of his kids. lord knows they didn't have much, but they were proud.
the hostess podium was adjacent to the salad bar (which HAD a sneeze guard, but it was in the shop for repairs).
anywho, little jimmy (who just went into remission from cancer after his grammy died) started projectile vomitting into the three bean salad.
this caused a rancor and fuss, the town fathers, in all their stodgy pentacostalism hurled epithets and admonishments at this poor family for having ruined their precious meals.
little jimmy looked up (and i could swear he looked like a cherub) and said, "i'm sorry mommy."
his father picked up some napkins and started cleaning the mess, but by now the abuse had reached a fever pitch and the poor little family was ejected from the restaurant.
what these people DIDN'T see was the GHOST OF JESUS that was with this family. he was hungry too and not for food. jesus was hungry for souls.
he hung his head in shame and wept for the family and the hateful child haters that threw them ALL out back into the cold.
MORAL: throw out jimmy, throw out jesus.
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