I’ve been sitting here at my mom and dad’s all afternoon working on a project for Ruthie. While I was busy, my folks got a visit from a neighbor, who came by to check on Ruthie. He must have stayed her an hour, talking. A story he told made me stop writing and listen.
He said when he was a younger man, he was working in Midland, Texas, and would make the long drive home to see his folks in north Louisiana. His mom would send him home with several sandwiches, fruit and drinks for the 11-hour drive back to West Texas. On one of those return trips, he pulled over at a puny roadside table with a canopy, out in the middle of nowhere, west of Abilene.
“Ever since then,” the neighbor continued, “whenever anybody asks me for money, I don’t turn them down, no matter what. You never know. The Bible says sometimes we entertain angels unawares.”
Anything like that ever happened to you? Me, no.