Lost and Found
It was getting dark.
Henry ushered George into his house, holding his fingers to his lips he was
urging George to keep quiet. Henry didn’t want to disturb his wife. Not yet
anyway. The disturbing was going to happen anyway, but he wanted to try to
manage the disturbing.
“Come in George”
said Henry quietly. George came in. “Put those slippers on, your poor feet must
be freezing”’
“They are” said
George putting on a pair of pink fluffy slippers that Henry hands him “and
thank you for all your doing for me.
“Oh that’s quite
alright. It’s what Christ calls us to do as Christians.” Henry is still trying
to be quiet and looking around nervously. He knows his wife in in here
somewhere.
“I know, you keep
telling me that, but I am grateful. Ever since you started talking to me in the
subway, and you’ve been so kind. I mean I’m just some homeless guy and you’ve…”
“Shhhh, I think I
can hear her” Henry is alert now.
“Sorry” George stops
talking.
“Please don’t
apologise, it will be OK. Now don’t worry, I do want you to meet her. Besides
you’ll have to meet her otherwise she will wonder who it is in the shower when
you are up there. ”
There is a rustle,
then Rita, Henry’s wife, shouts from the kitchen “Henners, is that you?”
“She calls me
Henners” He shrugs.
“You’re late again.”
she continues ”You’ve not brought another beggar home have you?”
There’s an awkward
silence then she walks into the hallway and stares. “Good evening” she says
politely to George.
George smiles “Good
evening, nice to meet you” he says.
Rita smiles. She
turns to her husband and turns her stare back on. Henry wants to manage the
‘disturbance’ he senses, and drops they work bag he has been carrying and runs
over to greet and attempt to hug his wife. “Hello darling” he blurts “I’m home”
“Yes, you are aren’t
you” says Rita, not responding to the hug. Henry releases her from what has
turned into some kind of bear hug. She grabs his arm and pulls him to the
corner of the hall.
In staccato tones
she whispers “This is the third one you’ve brought home this week.”
“I know but God
calls all Christians to give” He turns to George, feeling awkward “Please take
a seat in the lounge. Make yourself at home”.
“Thank you, through
here?” Asks George. Henry nods and George walks through the only door in the
hallway and in his new pink slippers finds a seat.
Rita, arms folded, she
says defiantly “I have no food left”
“What none at all?”
“How am I meant to
feed him and us? I only have a meal for two left in the freezer. I was going
shopping tomorrow”
“We can split it
three ways?” Henry suggests.
Rita tuts, then
sniffs. “What’s that smell?” she asks.
“It’s what I brought
him back for” says Henry smiling.
“For a shower?” she
asks. “I don’t believe you?” She sighs “OK but keep an eye on him. Last time we
lost our toothbrushes and I had to go to my pilates class with breath that
could peel wallpaper.”
“How can I keep an
eye on him?” Henry is indignant “It’s a bit rude of me stood in there with him”
“Well I can’t, can
I?” Rita retorts and then before he can answer “Are those my pink slippers he
is wearing? Why is he wearing my slippers?”
“He has small feet”
Henry replies. Rita is about to explode so Henry hastily attempts to defuse the
situation “He had nothing on his feet. He was homeless”
Rita softens “Look I
know God calls us to give, but those are my best slippers. At least you’ve
given him your scarf, although I did give you it for your birthday. It took me
ages to find one like that”
“Well, “ Henry
begins sensing the softening in his wife’s resolve “In the early church they
shared everything according to those who had need.”
Henry should know
better than to argue with someone who knows the book of Acts “Yes but they were
in the same Church. They were sharing things with each others. In the same
church. They were brothers and sisters in the same Church” she says
repetitively.
“He is in our
Church” says Henry.
“No he isn’t.”
Insists Rita “Our Church isn’t that big. I would know if he was in our Church”
“He is a new member”
says Henry proudly.
“How new?”
“About 2 hours ago”
“2 hours ago?”
“When he became a
Christian” Henry says with a little smile in his eye “It was a beautiful
moment. He just…”
“Hold on” Rita
interrupts the eulogising “Hold on a minute. You said about the early Church
sharing things. How much exactly have you shared?”
There is an awkward
pause. Henry looks up in the air. “Welllll, “He begins “There are your slippers
as he had no shoes” There’s a pause.
“Oh my scarf, and my
hat” Another pause. “My belt as his trousers were about to fall down. That was
a funny…”
“And what else” She
interrupts again.
“My sandwich as he had no food, erm, and my
drink. Actually I am bit thirsty. I would love a cuppa”
Rita glares at him.
He’s not going to get a cup of tea.
“He had no money so
I gave him some”.
“How much, £5, £10?”
She asks.
“A tad more than
that. He has nothing you see. Only the clothes he is wearing”
“OK, but how much. It’s the end of the month
and I don’t have much for the shopping tomorrow.” Rita pauses and “Hold on.
You’ve not given him our shopping money have you?”
Henry shuffles
awkwardly “Oh no, I didn’t do that”
“That’s a relief”
Rita laughs “We have to eat as well you know”
“I gave him our
savings”
“OUR WHAT” Rita is
finally ‘disturbed’.
Henry turns to the
door with George on the other side “Sorry about the shouting” he says.
“I’m not causing any
problems am I? Asks George.
“No none at all.
Make yourself comfortable.” Henry turns back to Rita.
It turns out Rita is
still disturbed “You… gave… him… our… savings…. All of it?
Henry pleads with
her “In the Bible the rich ruler had to give up all he had to follow Jesus. I
didn’t want to go away and be sad like he did.”
“Yes but all of it?”
She is feeling resigned to losing everything “Why on earth would you … oh no
…hold on … he’s homeless. Tell me you’ve not given him our home.”
Henry pauses “Not
exactly. We do have a spare room though. I said he can move in after his
shower”.
“My mother is coming
to stay this weekend” States Rita triumphantly. “Where can she sleep”
“Good question.” Henry
acknowledges, and pauses to think and then has an idea “I know, after his
shower he can take a drive and look for a job”
“He can take a
drive?” Rita is getting disturbed again “HE CAN TAKE A DRIVE? How can he take a
drive he hasn’t got a car!
“I gave him your car
so he can…”
“MY CAR, why my car?
He only joined the Church two hours ago and …”
We will end the
story here, although the argument will go on for a while yet. George can hear
it all obviously. But he is tired and exhausted. He just wanted a chance to
start again and what he had been told about Jesus was exactly that opportunity
he had been seeking. Anyway, as I say he was tired and he falls asleep. He is
warm for the first time in days. He also has a peace he has never known before.
This is a new feeling for him. Even in the good times of his life he had never
felt this peace before. He starts to drop off to sleep. As he does so, there are
a few of the thoughts and questions that go through his mind. Here they are…
“I may be a bit new
to all this, having just become a Christian, but even I can see there are a lot
of questions to be answered here. Questions like – How much should a Christian
give? Who should they give to? When should you share with Church members?
Should you give to Beggars? Should they get marriage guidance? These are
questions I can’t answer. All I know is 2 hours ago I was lost, but now, thanks
to this mans actions and words, I am found. Because of what he gave I found
Jesus and I am saved.”
So all I want to ask
at the end of this story is how much are you prepared to give to win souls for
Jesus?