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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