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THE PUMPKIN PARTY
“Hi,” my name is D.G. Hollums, “I’m your next door neighbor—the one with the noisy Beagle.”
“Hello, I thought you looked familiar,” acknowledged the young woman. “I’m Debbie Hart, the one with the puppy that wants to make your Beagle bark.”
With an amazingly friendly smile, the young man continued. “We just moved in next door to you about 2 months ago and just wanted to meet everyone. So I’m inviting you to our pumpkin Halloween party. I’ll furnish the meat and mash potatoes, and I hope everyone can bring a side dish. Then we might have a ‘best side dish’ judging contest if all the men can judge.”
Debbie laughed once again and replied, “Well, what time and where? It might be fun to see if my husband can cook a side dish—he’s the cook in our family. We’ve not much time to do much but work, but it would be nice to just have some more friends in the neighborhood since we actually are all pretty new to this housing addition. I’ll talk to my husband and see if we can get a baby sitter.”
“Oh, no, don’t get a babysitter; we’d love to have your kids. We’ve none on our own yet so we’d really enjoy having them, too. The time is Halloween Eve and we might even early treat the kids.”
“I’m not so sure you’d like having my kids. I can never tell when they are on their best behavior and when they won’t be on their best behavior. They might come if they co
“That’s fine—whatever you’d like to do. My wife will come in our everyday costumes—just being ourselves—but whatever encourages the kids—just bring them on—and with yourselves.”
Debbie looked at the friendly, inviting eyes of D.G. with beginning possible trust, and, finally, replied, “Maybe we’ll try to come.”
“That’s great!!”
“Who else is coming?”
“I’m not sure—but I’m walking the block and knocking on doors to invite everyone for our block party.”
“You know,” Debbie continued thoughtfully, “We have been here 2 years and you are the first person to ever invite us even over. Of course, we’ve not invited anyone over ourselves. That’s kinda crazy—isn’t it?”
“My wife and I really think so. We both are from small towns and when we moved here to Cincinnati we sure felt we had no roots. We missed everyone being so friendly where we came from.”
“Hey, we’re from a small town, too, and we felt the same way. Guess that’s what a big city does for small town people.”
“Well, my wife, Tiffany, and I really think so. So we just felt we needed to make an effort to know people. We know lots in our church and that’s a great family, but we need to know people not in our church, too, who live right beside us.”
“That’s great” Then after studying the open, inviting face again, Debbie said, “ You know, I’m just sure that my husband and two kids will come to your party.”
“That’s what we want!! See you then and don’t forget to bring that dish so I can taste your husband’s cooking!”
Debbie replied with a now very friendly smile, “That will be interesting, too,--for me, also. Bye.”
And D.G. smiled again, and whispered as small prayer to God as he left, “Lord, you are wonderful and I pray that you will bless this party and all these new friendships we are making. And, if anyone of these I am inviting need your love and care, please allow me the great privilege of extending your love to them. Amen”
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