| THE BAR..PAGE 1...I was told this story by the husband of a friend of mine. It took place in a bar in Oklahoma City a year or two ago! If you believe? It'll make you smile....if you don't? It'll make you think!! Enjoy.....D |
Lots of people seem convinced That God is unconcerned About what happens here on earth But they have much to learn God's more than just a bible verse He's at the heart of everything He cares too much about His children To wait quietly in the wings.. Here's a story I was told Not very long ago That shows how He's always working To make things turn out just so! The Martini on a Thursday night Didn't boast a weekend crowd But the bar's house draft was cold And the jukebox was always loud Jack sat on a barstool He'd been drinking there for hours He'd guzzle down a beer or two Then drain a whiskey sour By 4 o'clock he was hammered There was little if any doubt And still he sat, content to drink Until they put him out. The other stools weren't occupied He was at the bar alone Lost in thought and alcohol He was clearly 'in the zone'! Realizing his glass was empty He'd signaled for another drink When the door behind him opened up And mirrored sunshine made him blink The newcomer was a young marine Who stepped in and looked around Then made a beeline for the bar And took a stool without a sound "OK, soldier..what'll it be?" The bartender asked with cheer. "Whatever it is.it's on the house We'll not take your money here!" Jack nodded his approval The young man said, "Beer, I guess" When the frosted glass was set before him He sighed and sipped with zest. Jack nudged his young companion "Shipping out or coming back?" The other said, "I just rotated out After twelve months in Iraq ." Jack nodded again and then remarked "You've done your duty then. Now you can start where you left off Pick your life up once again!" Continued.... |
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