There’s a Main Street in every town. Simply strolling down along the way, some will find adventures, and sometimes surprises. Others may simply find it kind of sad as past memories are recalled.
The changing of the seasons, of sunny to shade, of hot to cold gives way to many emotional variations. Yes, that’s about the size of it, on Main Street.
The people of this street, you know well. There are the Smiths, the Joneses, and such. You may not know them by name, only by their influence in the community. They are always at the PTA, coaching the little league football or baseball, or sitting on the front pew of church.
But have you ever wondered just where they came from? Yesterday they were not there and then they were. They are ready to help out in the community whenever and wherever needed.
Are they true Americans or maybe misplaced fugitives from justice? No one really knows. We take them for granted at face value as true blooded American’s. They never miss church and never miss an opportunity of taking part whenever needed. But something happened to the one upstanding family of the community. We shall call them Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Gossip tell us they are known for appearing or disappearing at will.
Why might this unusual human characteristic take place? Well, sit back and enjoy this fiction parable, this earthly story with a heavenly meaning.” The Disappearing Saints”
(Please take time to click on the corresponding highlighted Scripture references as you travel through this blog.)
“Two things I ask of you, Lord; do not refuse me before I die: Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, ‘Who is the Lord?’ Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God.” (Proverbs 30:7-9)
I had just arrived home from a hard day’s work at the office. I had no more taken off my shoes and gathered up the newspaper, than it happened. I had a vision. It was rather unusual for me. This sort of adventure was odd being for a dedicated church worker, who never missed a service.
I heard a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Jones. “Sir, may I beg a cup of sugar?” she asked. However, our sugar supply was running low, as we had not gotten to the grocery.
For some unknown reason, I happened to watch as she walked slowly down the drive. That’s when and how the story goes, or should I say began. As she walked slowly down the driveway, past the big oak tree, suddenly she disappeared from sight.
I didn’t think much about it at the time, passing it off as her simply disappearing in the shadows of night. Until it happened again. It was the husband, Mr. Jones, this time. I was out cutting grass when he happened up. Taking on an attitude of embarrassment, he asked if he could borrow a few bucks for gas until payday. Again, sadly I had to turn him down. And you guessed it. As he returned to walk down Main Street, he too simply disappeared, much to my amazement and fright. Being the concerned neighbor that I was, my detective inquisition took hold. As I asked around the neighborhood, I discovered that all the other citizens had experienced the same uncommon exploit from the Joneses, but were too embarrassed to make mention of the experiences. What happened next was nothing short of a homemade miracle. A neighborhood home owners association call meeting was set. Everyone was there, including the Joneses. That surely was not meant to be. How could we have any type of truthful discussion if the guilty party showed up? Next was even more bizarre. Without being announced, Mr. Jones rose and began to speak and one by one all of us were the subject of his speech. Was this entire presentation divinely directed? I began to wonder, through my embarrassment. Looking around, red blushing faces shone as if glowing in the dark. Awkwardness and discomfiture abounded. Much to our discomfort he continued. By some sort of divine action, Mr. Jones suddenly transposed himself into that of an old-time minister, and boy did he start preaching! His sermon topic was the popular Golden Rule of Scripture. Reaching in his pocket, drawing out a raged looking New Testament, he began to read.
“So, in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.” Matthew 7:12
He continued with his exposé, as if pointing all ten fingers straight at me. I couldn’t help but wonder if the others felt the same as myself.
“It’s all a matter of empathy and understanding. Put yourself in our shoes. Can you not picture us as fellow humans and recognize the emotions of our circumstances, as well as that of yourselves? We have wants and needs, as do all others," he said.
“We all should realize a sense of morality towards our neighbors by respecting their dignity. You see, we all at times may simply inflict hurtful actions towards our neighbor, whether intentional or not,“ he went on.
“The gist of this Golden Rule encompasses the empathic essence of morality. We should all recognize and respect the dignity of our neighbors. This is vital in following the commandments of God. We should all follow and exercise the Golden Rule because it is God’s holy commandment. It teaches us self-control, virtue and kindness towards one another,” he continued.
“When we put ourselves in our neighbor's place, we are wise enough not to make any foolish wishes and good enough not to make any evil ones. Now my good neighbors, with this little diverse summary, are there any questions or comments? We love you all, I hope you know,” he concluded.
There was silence in the room. But how could we give our thoughts, for the Joneses were suddenly gone? They disappeared like they were accustomed to doing.
'What then happened to us all, to our neighborhood?' you might ask. Simply put, the vision was over, ending as suddenly as it started. However, the entirety of Main Street changed that day. Starting with the Neighborhood Association, the Bylaws were quickly changed to reflect the concerns of the Scripture. (II Timothy 3:16)
Conversely, all the Main Street churches suddenly showed a marvelous increase in attendance. And yes, I along with many others are now serving on the church benevolence committees with compassion, kindness, and generosity to all. Amen!
What have we seen? Who were these well-placed missionaries?
It was a mystery that involves, in one way or another, the lives of everyone on earth: the people of our time, figures of our modern-day development of civilization and their particular actions, personalities, and whims.
Yes, our all-powerful, all-knowing Creator is real. He is over all things. He works all things, the good the bad, for His ultimate purpose. The God of the Scripture is always dynamically involved in the events of our lives. (Deuteronomy 33:26-27)
His hand is not only in the sacred realm but in the secular and cultural as well. (Psalm 31:19-20)
Understandably, it can be hard to wrap our thinking around the fact that He, the all-knowing, all-powerful Creator of all things, wants to talk with us, but He does. (Psalm 27:8)
Now for the well-placed neighborhood missionaries, I have a clue. (Hebrews 13:2)
Was this a dream, a vision or simply a figment of the subconscious? Whatever the cause, the practicality of the effect was understood. (Acts 2:17)
As for me, I've been there, done that many times. They say, whomever they may be, that its perfectly normal for one to review whatever's on the mind, when one falls asleep. Nonetheless, dreams and/or visions have a way of sticking with us, or they do me, much like this rather unusual fictional parable.
So, let's simply remember (Matthew 7:12) as we go about our daily living. Amen!
PLEASE VISIT MY WEB PAGE http://ccrobey.wixsite.com/themessage