Just Checking In

JUST CHECKING IN

A minister passing through his church

In the middle of the day,

Decided to pause by the altar

And see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,

A man came down the aisle,

The minister frowned as he saw

The man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kinda shabby

And his coat was worn and frayed,

The man knelt, he bowed his head,

Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,

Each noon time came this chap,

Each time he knelt just for a moment,

A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,

With robbery a main fear,

He decided to stop the man and ask him,

'What are you doing here?'

The old man said, he worked down the road.

Lunch was half an hour.

Lunchtime was his prayer time,

For finding strength and power.

'I stay only moments, see,

Because the factory is so far away;

As I kneel here talking to the Lord,

This is kinda what I say:

'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,

HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.

SO, JESUS, THIS IS MIKE CHECKING IN TODAY.'

The minister  feeling foolish,

Told Mike, that was fine.

He told the man he was welcome

To come and pray just anytime

Time to go, Mike smiled, said 'Thanks.'

He hurried to the door.

The minister knelt at the altar,

He'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,

And met with Jesus there.

As the tears flowed, in his heart,

He repeated old Mike's prayer:

'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,

HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.

SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY..'

Past noon one day, the minister noticed

That old Mike hadn't come.

As more days passed without Mike,

He began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,

Learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried,

But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Mike was with them,

Brought changes in the ward.

His smiles, a joy contagious.

Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand

Why Mike was so glad,

When no flowers, calls or cards came,

Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,

He voiced the nurse's concern:

No friends came to show they cared.

He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Mike spoke

Up and with a winsome smile;

'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,

That he's in here all the while

Every day at noon He's here,

A dear friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down, takes my hand,

Leans over and says to me:

'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, MIKE,

HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.

ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,

I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO Mike, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'

My Aunt Jeannie Sent me this, and under the story it said:  "If you are not ashamed of Jesus, pass it on"  I have done so.  I saw no Copyright attached hereto, but it would seem to me that someone took effort and time to write and edit this short story.  I do not claim it as my own, and publish it here only to hope that it might change a day or even a moment in someone's life.   God Bless Ya!  Pass it on.

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