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Re: [MOL] FW: Ruth & Jesus



I will not send this, because everyone here on the site has it now, however
I received this same story sometime back form a friend, and yes at that time
I sent it to all that was on my e-mail list.
----- Original Message -----
From: Peggy Hall <peghall@tir.com>
To: <peghall@tir.com>
Sent: Friday, August 04, 2000 1:05 PM
Subject: [MOL] FW: Ruth & Jesus


> Subject: FW: KEEP THIS GOING, IF YOU CAN!
>
> Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.
>
> She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at
the
> envelope again.
> There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and
> address.
> She read the letter:
> >  >> > > > > > >
>  Dear Ruth:
> > > > > > > I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon
> and I would like to visit you.
> >  >> > > > > > > > Love Always,
>                                                                Jesus
>
> Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table.
> "Why would the Lord want to visit me?  I'm nobody special.  I don't
> have anything  to offer."
>
>  With that thought,  Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.
>  "Oh my  goodness,  I really don't have anything to offer.
> I'll have to run down  to the store and buy something for dinner."
> She reached for her purse and counted out it's contents.
>
>  Five dollars  and  forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and
>  cold cuts, at least."
>  She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a
> half-pound of sliced turkey,
> and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to
last
> her until Monday.
>
>  Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings
tucked
> under her arm.
> Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"   Ruth had been so absorbed in her
dinner
> plans, she hadn't even
>  noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man  and a woman, both of
> them dressed in
>  little more than rags.
>
> Look  lady, I ain't got a job, yap know, and my wife and I have been
living
> out  here  on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and  we're
> getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd
> really appreciate it."
>
> Ruth looked at them both.  They were dirty, they smelled bad and  frankly,
> she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really
wanted
> to.
>
> "Sir, I'd like to help  you, but I'm a poor woman myself.    All I have is
a
> few cold cuts  and  some  bread, and I'm having an important guest for
> dinner tonight  and  I was planning on serving that to Him."
>
> "Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand.  Thanks anyway."
>
> The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and  the  headed
> back into the alley.  As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar
twinge
> in her heart.
>
>  "Sir, wait!"    The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley
> after them.
>  "Look,  why don't you take this food.  I'll figure out something else to
> serve my guest."
>
>  She handed the man her grocery bag. "Thank you lady. Thank you very
much!"
>
> Yes, thank you!"  It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see  that  she was
> shivering.
>
> "You know, I've got another coat at home.  Here, why don't you take this
> one."
>
> Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.
> Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street... without her coat
> and
>  with nothing to serve her guest.
>
> "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"
>
> Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and  worried
too.
>
>  The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.
>
>  She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she
noticed
>  another envelope in her mailbox.
>
>  "That's odd.  The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."
>  She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
> >  >> > > > > > > >
>  Dear Ruth:
>
> > > > > > > > > It was so good to see you again.  Thank you for the lovely
> meal.
>  And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
>
>  Love Always,
>
>                                      Jesus
>
> The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
>
>  If you love Jesus, send this to ten people.
>
>  Do not keep this message.  The mantra must leave your
> hands with in 96 hours.   You will get a very pleasant surprise.
>
>  This is true, even if you are not superstitious.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
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