| THE DEACON...PG 1 This is another story that's flying around the web and was sent to me by an email buddy. And his caption said it best : I SO hope this is a true story...talk about the living Bible! All I had to do, as usual, was take the story and make it rhyme....Enjoy!! |
| THE CAMPUS WAS OF MEDIUM SIZE IN A CENTRAL MIDWESTERN TOWN AND THAT MANY YOUNG PEOPLE JUST GUARANTEED THAT FADS AND TRENDS WOULD ABOUND ONE YOUNG SOPHMORE…LET’S CALL HIM BILL WAS OUTFITTED MUCH WORSE THAN MOST RAGGEDY JEANS AND STAINED TATTERED SHIRTS WERE THE ONLY ATTIRE HE’D BOAST HIS HAIR WAS QUITE LONG AND CARROTY RED NEVER COMBED SO IT ALWAYS LOOKED WILD! AND BELOW WERE SO MANY PIERCINGS OF METAL THAT HIS FACE APPEARED SOMEWHAT DEFILED! ADD THAT TO THE MODERN ARTISTRY OF NUMEROUS COLOR TATTOOS? AND IT HARDLY WOULD MATTER TO ANYONE ELSE THAT HE WAS BAREFOOT…FOR HE HATED SHOES!! STILL THIS COLORFUL POSTER-CHILD FOR MODERN METAL ADORNMENT AND PAINT HAD BECOME A CHRISTIAN IN HIS FRESHMAN YEAR THOUGH HE COULD NOT BE CONSIDERED A SAINT NOW ACROSS FROM THIS YOUNG MAN’S CAMPUS WAS AN OLD CHURCH WITH TRADITIONAL LAWS FILLED WITH MOSTLY WELL-TO-DO MEMBERS WHO BELIEVED SAVING SOULS A GOOD CAUSE THIS CHURCH LONGED FOR AN OUTREACH THAT WOULD BRING COLLEGE KIDS TO SALVATION BUT SINCE THEY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO BEGIN FEAR OF FAILURE LED JUST TO STAGNATION UNTIL THE SUNDAY IT SEEMED THAT OUR YOUNG FRIEND BILL WOKE UP WITH A THOUGHT IN HIS HEART… THAT HE SHOULD VISIT THIS CHURCH FOR A SERVICE SO QUICKLY HIS MISSION DID START! WEARING HIS USUAL EVERYDAY ATTIRE OF WILD HAIR AND RAGGEDY CLOTHES HE TROTTED UP THE STEPS AS THE BRIGHT MORNING SUN GLISTENED OFF ALL THE RINGS IN HIS NOSE!! HIS BARE FEET MAKING NOT ONE SOUND OF COURSE HE STROLLED RIGHT UP CENTER AISLE THE SERVICE HAD STARTED…HE’D SHOWN UP QUITE LATE STILL AS HE WENT? HE NODDED AND SMILED HE MADE HIS WAY DOWN TO THE FRONT OF THE PEWS BEFORE REALIZING THERE WERE NO SEATS HE STOOD THERE A MOMENT, LOOKING FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A BUM WANDERED IN OFF THE STREETS!! THEN SHRUGGING SLIGHTLY, STILL WEARING A SMILE HE LOWERED HIMSELF STRAIGHT TO THE FLOOR FOLDING UP, CROSS-LEGGED IN INDIAN STYLE AS IF HE’D DONE IT QUITE OFTEN BEFORE!! THE PASTOR STOOD STILL AT HIS PULPIT APPARENTLY SPEECHLESS AT THE UNHEARD OF SIGHT OF THIS TATTOED, PIERCED AND RAGGEDY YOUNG MAN SQUATTING THERE IN THE DIM CANDLELIGHT!! THE PARISHIONERS WERE NUDGING EACH OTHER ALL WHISPERING BEHIND THEIR RAISED HANDS AS THEY WONDERED WHO OR EVEN WHAT THIS COULD BE SPECULATING ON THEIR SHOCKED PASTOR’S PLANS!! JUST THEN, AN ELDERLY DEACON WELL-DRESSED WITH A QUITE COURTLY AIR WHO WAS HIGHLY RESPECTED BY ALL IN THIS CHURCH WITH HIS CANE AND HIS THICK SILVER HAIR KNOWN BY THEM ALL AS A GOOD, GODLY MAN THE MEMBERS WERE NOT SURPRISED I WILL BET TO SEE HIM SLOWLY MAKING HIS WAY TOWARD WHERE BILL SAT MID-AISLE ON THE CARPET!! Continued>>> |
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