“Hi, Marge – this is a voice from your past. Do you know who I am?”
“Why – it sounds like….Is this Rose?”
Rose laughed. “It sure is….”
“But…but how did you find me? I mean I’m so glad you did, but how…?
“I Googled you,” Rose said.
“Actually I Googled Bethel Church and they gave me your number. But we can talk about Googling later. Marge, I called because I just had an urge to tell you how much you meant to me when I was a confused little kid. I want to thank you for loving me to Christ. I mean when I saw how much you loved me and all the other neighborhood kids…well, I just wanted to have what you had. I knew it must be God that made you so different and I wanted to know Him too.”
“I remember, Hon. I could never forget the day you asked Jesus into your heart. You were so excited you had to tell everyone you met how to become a Christian.”
“Ah huh,” Rose said, “and I’m still serving Him and telling people about Him.”
“That delights my heart, Hon.” Marge paused a moment and then asked, “I’m so glad to be talking to you. But tell me again how you found me. What is this Google thing you talked about?”
“Well, Google is a search engine. You just go to your browser and key in ‘Google…”
Silence on the other end of the line.
“Let me start over…you know about computers, Marge, I’m sure.”
“Ah…, yes. In fact, Alan told me a few days ago, ‘Mom, we need to get you a computer,’ but truth be told, I’m kind of afraid of them.”
Rose’s voice turned a little squeaky. “How is Alan doing these days?” she asked.
“Well, speaking of Google, I don’t think he ever got over being all googly-eyed about you,” Marge said, amused at her own play on words. "He's still single, you know."
"No, I didn't know. I guess I just haven't kept up with all the guys and gals from youth group we used to run around with."
“And how is your husband?” Marge asked.
Rose took a deep breath. “He was killed in combat a year ago, Marge. I was so devastated I didn’t even try to let people know. I’m just now getting back to normal.”
"Aw, Hon, I'm so sorry."
"Thank you, Marge."
“Why don’t you come down here and spend a few days with me, Dear. It would do my heart good to see you again. And it would do Alan’s heart good, too.”
"I’d really like that, Marge. Are you sure I wouldn't be imposing?"
"Of course not. I think it would be fun. I know Alan would love to see you, too."
"Well, if you're sure."
"Of course I'm sure, my girlie."
"That sounds so good, Marge. I've been something of a recluse lately."
Marge could hear the enthusiasm of old coming back into Rose's voice.
"And maybe Alan and I can talk you into getting a computer, Marge, and maybe between the two of us, we can teach you how to Google.”
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