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Beaumont Truman Ogleby could not tear his eyes away from the tall, gorgeous woman with luscious red hair. She was making a soapy display of washing her sports car.
Recuperation from a work injury was a pleasure since this unbelievable vision of beauty was so close to home. Her every move was such a delight he could barely find time to eat or bathe.
Patrick was becoming concerned that this female had completely captured his brother’s attention.
“You’re glued to that window all day and half the night, Botox.”
Beau paid little mind to his brother’s gentle chastisement, or that he had been addressed by his old nickname from his football days. Every conversation was mere chatter to him since he had discovered the shallow object of his deepest affection; or it had discovered him.
“You need a little fresh air. Come with me to finish up the details for the grand opening of the new shelter tomorrow tonight.”
“Not this time, Padre. Can’t miss any episodes in Miss Beautiful Perfection’s life.”
Patrick, a minister in the inner city, had been waiting for the right time to ask about this obsessive, one-sided attraction to a woman his brother did not know.
The next morning Beau seemed pensive. Something clearly was bothering him.
“Uh, Padre…need any help with your stray sheep today?”
“Absolutely! Willing hands are always welcome at Light House Mission.”
They worked quickly and efficiently. Tables were set up for food donated by the area churches. Beau returned home early to rest and clean up, promising he would come back for the big night.
He was so absorbed in ogling the beautiful red haired girl of his new dreams he did not hear his brother return. There was no way of knowing how much this dedicated man of God had seen until Beau was shocked by the serious, booming indignation in Patrick’s voice.
“Botox is an appropriate name for a person who fills his spirit and mind with an evil toxicity that SCREAMS disrespect for the very people God expects you to protect!”
Time seemed to stand still for both of them. The only sound was the ticking of an heirloom clock in the hall.
Pastor Patrick Ogleby took an absolute stand for truth as he folded his arms and locked eyes with his deceived brother. The young minister’s righteous anger, tempered with compassion and love, was more of a lifeline to Beau than he would ever know.
“How DARE you bring this monstrous thing into your family home where decent, loving people raised you in the admonition of the Lord. It would break both of their hearts to know you succumbed to one of Satan’s most obvious and disgusting lies.”
She was so physically beautiful; why did she have to be involved in a blatant depravity that made prisoners of so many men? Beau was already mourning his loss, but at the same time confrontation seemed to be a relief to him. No words could express his contrite heart. Tears of shame flooded his face.
Patrick stood firm in the full armor of God, prepared for battle. He issued one stern order wrapped securely in Scriptural authority.
“It is time to CLOSE the window, Beaumont Ogleby!”
Beau’s right hand trembled as he reached for the plastic mouse and clicked the X. As an extra measure he hit delete; then he fell to his knees moaning and crying out, “Dear God, forgive me. Deliver me.”
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Truman (as Beau had been called for a year now) was happy in his new position at the Light House Mission. Curiosity sent him to investigate an unfamiliar sweet sound coming from the chapel. A woman was sitting near the front, singing praises of thanksgiving with such purity and beauty it made his heart ache.
“Thank you Lord,” she sang, “for setting me free, for making me whole, for giving me a new and better way to live. Thank you for saving me and washing me white as snow. I love you.”
When she rose and started toward the back, Truman met her half way. She spoke softly in a chaste greeting. Her dazzling smile and the glow in her clear, lovely eyes stopped him in his bachelor tracks forever.
Moral: When the Lord says to close a window, it is prudent to obey without hesitation.
He had a better plan for B.T.Ogleby - one that lead to a blessed and beautiful marriage and produced seven adorable children, all with red hair.
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