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UNCOMPLICATED
by Pastor Curtis J. Johnson, Jr. M.Div.
01/10/06
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I am an uncomplicated man, never had much desire to complicate things whether in life, love or business and I would do almost anything to keep it this way, after all why complicate perfection? On a real note however it gets very lonely and empty sometimes until I almost crave the stress of something other than the norm, as an example one specific occasion comes rushing back to my mind, an event that ultimately changed my out look on life itself.

I work long hours as an account executive for a very lucrative company in western Pennsylvania handling accounts that range in the millions. I don't usually get involved in very much after work and some times find myself working into the early hours of the morning, I would like to be convinced that my lack of social interaction is due to my overbearing work load but that would be a serious stretch of the truth. At any rate we can deal with those issues later.

Thinking back I remember it to be a mild November night, the sky was clear and you could smell the scent of the first winter snow lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to burst forth in chilled splendor. I had just completed a project for one of my clients and found myself without anything more to occupy my time, so began to stare out onto the empty streets of downtown Pittsburgh from my office window observing the flicker of an occasional headlight, they were but few and far in between so I decided to retire to the lifeless apartment that I sometimes though rarely refer to as home.

After taking the elevator down to the garage and starting my car, I sat behind the wheel wondering if I really wanted to go home at all or if I would return to my office and just crash there as was my usual routine. It was then that I remembered that there were a few late night diners that served up a good breakfast, this would be something different and yet safe, so I decided to give it a shot. The closer I got to the diner I found myself struggling with whether I should be doing this or just doing the cold empty bed and TV dinner routine. Before I knew it I was walking through the front door of a little diner in the Bloomfield Section of Pittsburgh on Baum Blvd., it was close enough to my apartment but yet far enough away that I would not be distracted by the thought of changing my mind.

The place was just as I remembered it, unchanged as though it had stood still in time, well maybe some changes had taken place the waitress on duty seemed to be having a bad life or something but otherwise my heart and mind raced through memories at lightening speed.

It is a cozy little place, a bit noisy, but the food is good here and the memories make it all worthwhile. It was there on that late night that I first saw her, the women that would change my life, just sitting there alone. What possible reason would she have for being out at this time of the morning alone sipping coffee? She's beautiful, more than beautiful, surely there is someone on the other side of the booth and they are just sitting quietly staring into each others eyes, but then again she seems somewhat bored.

I wondered if perhaps she was feeling the same why as me, something told me that it would be very interesting to get answers to these questions; I decided just then to put a coin in the jukebox and introduce myself what would I have to lose but a quarter if the other side of the booth was occupied or if she thought that I was not worth her time?

Well as I gather myself and prepare for the inevitable, the answers I seek lay in the drop of a single coin, a song with a suggestive lyric, she and I and every possibility... After depositing my coin and making my selection, I gathered up enough nerve to make my move toward her table. My heart pounded in my chest as if I were a marathon runner in the final stretch of some very important, life-changing heat and just as I got close enough to see that she was in fact alone my selected song began to play in the jukebox, it was perfect! I had chose a song in which the lyric said almost everything that I would have never in a million light years been able to verbalized.

It was a song from the seventies by Teddy Pendergrass entitled "Come Over To My Place" I always imagined asking someone the things that he says in this song, the lyric is so mellow and pleasantly suggestive.

Watching her every movement as I made my approach, trying to catch on to any sense of anti-social vibes or at very least see if she was singing the word of the song to herself, she was!

My minds eye began to conjure up imagery more real than reality itself as I watched her perfectly shaped lips sing the words of the song. It was less than a millisecond but I imagined her asking me to come over to her place and sweeping me off to some well furnished penthouse apartment in an upper class part of the suburbs then tracing my face with her lips, and laying a soft, wet, deep kiss on my mouth.

Just then I heard her laugh lightly and found myself standing squarely in front of her, she must have thought I was a nut case or some perverted night owl who preys on unsuspecting strangers, but yet she was laughing, only lightly as not to embarrass me in this moment of miscalculated day dreaming.

I looked toward her my eyes meeting hers, well they nearly meeting hers and she asked me in the sweetest of tones is the coffee that bad that you are sleep walking, why don't you come and sit down before you fall and hurt yourself? Besides she concludes, I failed my first aid class and would be of little help to you.. What's your name, she asked? I stuttered to give a response, it was as though my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth, she smiled again, and then winked at me with pleasure.



If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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