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A grandfather clock ticked away as
a pink nosed rodent scurried along the
ornamented detail. Large glass doors
opened…again. A flicker of tiny light
zipped through the keyhole and a
shadow of a feather capped youth leapt
above the woman at the desk. Phulov
had lost count of how many times
someone passed through the tinted
entrance way.
A once quiet room that occasionally
was interrupted by a few hushed voices
or the humming of an aquarium was now
filling quickly with familiar and not
so familiar faces and loud chattering.
The antiquated woman no longer sat
with arched brows of disapproval and
pursed lips but a proud smile.
This was the day that she had been
waiting and planning for so long.
A crowd of patrons formed an
informal circle while some of the
speakers sat staunchly in chairs,
others spreading out on the carpet or
a couch, while a few stole away into
the shadows of shelved books. Clad in
rusting armor a knight arose from the
round table. Clearing his throat he
spoke eloquently, “We of the well
written thoughts are honored to be
here today.” He continued, “I want to
offer our many thanks to the town of
Readalot and to the dear woman who has
made this event possible, Ms.
Information.”
The spectacled woman nodded and
blushed, “Thank you Arthur…” She
glanced around. “Each of you have
played an important part in many of
our lives and I’m pleased as punch to
have you here.”
“Punch. “Where is that rascal
anyways?” shrieked a scratchy voice.
An enormous scarlet patched nose poked
through the crowd as a bedraggled
woman held a stick high above her
head. “As I was saying,” continued
Ms. Information, “Society has been
deeply affected by each of you and we
would like to get to know everyone a
little better.”
A small girl dressed in anklets
and a smocked dress pulled on the
woman’s sleeve. “May I go first?” “No
Sally” a young boy sprang up by the
tiny lass. “Sit down.” The boy
impatiently escorted her to a
chair. “I want Jane”, she cried.
“Don’t look na kid, but Spots markin’
hiz territory,” guffawed a tall
gentleman with a lasso in one hand and
a revolver at his side.
“You sir,” Phulov made eye contact with the man in the ten gallon hat.
“Could you please introduce yourself?”
The cowboy spat a dark thickness from
a corner of his mouth and tipped his
hat. “Enna thung fo a lady” He strode
to the microphone,” Name’s Pecos Bill.”
“We read about you in our folklore
class,” clamored a voice from the
crowd. “Ain’t no tale, it be da
truth.” A click sounded from the
cowboy’s trigger. “That is something
sir,” A pair of white gloves appeared
as an English gent carefully wiped a
shelf, “I have been searching for but
it often eludes me.” “Ana thung you
say Sherlee”, spat Pecos. “For your
information my good fellow it is
Holmes, Sherlock Holmes,” retorted the
offended inspector.
A strong but gentle voice broke
the hubbub. “You speak of truth but
there is only One that is true.”
There was a silence among the group.
An illuminated figure walked calmly
amongst the throng of
spectators. “There have been words of
greatness told through the ages but
only One will change lives.”
Ms. Information flipped through
her notebook of invites. “Excuse me
sir, but I haven’t had the pleasure of
meeting you before.” “I’ve tried but
you don’t know me.” The man said sadly.
She turned away and looked down. Those
eyes… kind yet piercing, where had she
seen him before?
Who was he? “Whhat is your
name?” She stammered. “Yahweh”, was
the reply. “I’m sorry but I don’t see
it on the invitation," the once
composed woman now nervously flipped
through the pages bewildered.
“No Phulov,you never made time to
include me.”
The man searched her eyes. She
cleared her throat nervously,
“Everyone, snacks are in the activity
room, help yourself." With that the
crowd dispersed and headed for
refreshments.
As she turned around she saw that
He was gone. What’s this? She spied
a leather bound book on the desk and
began to thumb through it’s
contents. “The Word became flesh and
made His dwelling among us….” A paper
fell from the book. Reader’s Choice,
Signed, Jesus Christ. The humming of
the aquarium once again filled the
room as she slowly began reading, “In
the beginning…”
References:
Jn 17:3
1 Ti 2:4
Jn 1:14
Ge 1:1
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