Monday, August 17, 2015

True Story Blog Party Week of 08/17/15


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A True Story from my book Rescue the Stories Book One
 
 
A Bowl of Beans

When I was quite young, we lived a city block away from the Rail road trains.  I loved to run down to the corner and wave at the engineer.  They always waved back and blew their loud whistle. 

There were men who rode the freight trains trying to get to a different city perhaps to return to their home, or they might be looking for work.  We called them Hobo’s.  I suppose today we would call them homeless men. 

One day, there was a knock at our back door and a clean man, neatly dressed in a suit told my dad that he was down on his luck and was hungry.  He asked if he could do some work for us in exchange for some food.  My dad took one look at him and invited him to come in and sit at our kitchen table. 

A big pot of red beans was cooking on the stove and that was to be our dinner.  However mother always cooked plenty so there could be some left over if anyone was hungry later. 

Mother had just removed a huge pan of corn bread from the oven and she began to slice a large portion for our guest.  Our kitchen must have smelled like heaven to that dear man! 

Dad scooped up a big bowl of the steaming beans and set it before our visitor. 

It was evident that this gentleman was telling the truth that he was hungry, because he ate those beans and corn bread with a vengeance.  I can remember as a small child, watching him and thinking that I was glad he came to our house. 

This was not the first man who had knocked on our door and probably wasn’t the last one either, but my parents always fed whoever requested something to eat.  They did not require them to work for it or to pay them money.   For the hungry person it was FREE. 

I am reminded that this is just like our Lord?  When our spirits are hungry for God, He gives to us freely because Jesus has already paid for our salvation by his death, burial and resurrection.  It is up to us to receive what He has provided for us. 

I am also reminded that the Bible tells us that when we give to those in need, that we are giving as unto the Lord.  It is the same as if we were presenting gifts directly unto Jesus.   

In another scripture, it says, that some have entertained angels unawares!! 

Wow that truly is an amazing thought!! 

I suppose that we will never know on this earth, if we have actually entertained an angel, but one day those secrets will be revealed to us when we arrive in heaven. 

In the mean time, as you have opportunity, do good unto all persons.

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6 comments:

  1. Sometimes those opportunities come at surprising times. I hope I will always be as gracious as your parents. Yours is an inspiring story leading into that generous table the Lord has prepared for us. So appreciate you, Hazel, for hosting and also the great writers posting their stories. I’m in Babyland this week while the kids are on a cruise. Your stories will be a wonderful retreat for me from Clifford the Dog and Goodnight Moon. Thanks.

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  2. You've got great examples. Bless you for making the world a better place one act of kindness at a time.

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  3. Hello Aunt Hazel, This is so true. My grandma always did so. She says never leave people who come around hungry especially when you can feed them.
    God blesses us when we feed the hungry cloth the naked visit those in despair...
    Many Blessings Aunt Hazel

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  4. What a wonderful story! It is definitely more blessed to give than to receive. :) Thank you for sharing, Hazel.

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  5. Hazel, what a beautiful picture of us, the hungry, and our Lord, the Feeder & Provider. Thank you for reminding us to be gracious to those who cross our paths too. It is always wonderful to be here!

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  6. Wonderful to feed that hungry man, I can smell those beans and corn bread. My mother used to do the same. Even though we were poor ourselves, she always willingly shared.

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