The Message

Fred wasn´t a religious man though he was born and raised in a Catholic Family. He had a good life, a well-paid job, friends, few but loyal and he lived life pretty happily.

He lived in a small town where everyone pretty much knew each other. He had always lived there born and raised in a small house near the Baptist Church.

 Every Sunday morning he would sit on his porch and watch those well –dressed people walk by with their Bibles in hand and wondered what made those people waste their Sunday morning in a small building singing and yelling Amen and Halleluiah.

Time went by and Fred´s life stayed the same. Perhaps the only difference now was that his parents had passed away and he lived alone in the small house near the Baptist Church; he had bought himself a motorcycle but wasn´t living such a happy life anymore. He felt empty.

Still on Sunday mornings he would sit on his porch and contemplate as the churchgoers went along to the service with smiles on their faces and each and every one of them greeted him with a warm “Good morning, sir”.

As they did that he felt that he wanted that too. He wanted to feel as well as they felt. Could they be getting that from church? Maybe he had just stayed in a staggered position, same job, parents passed; he never married, but had money.

 While he was caught in his thoughts and elderly woman came up to his porch, took his hand and said “ I have  a message for you.”

“For me? Who from?”

“God.”

“ Really? “ he laughed.

“ God asked me to tell you that He is going to spare your life so you may enjoy life to its fullest as you have so much desired. Have a good day young man.”  And off she went to church.

Fred sat there in awe. How did this woman know what he desired? God sent him a message? He had seen her walk past his home several Sunday mornings and only today she decided to stop over and talk to him? All these questions were making him crazy so he decided to go for a motorcycle ride.

He rode for a good thirty minutes feeling the cold breeze on his face. It felt good to be free and just in control. He decided to go to the next town closest to his. There he could grab some lunch and then go back home and watch a movie on TV.

He stopped at a red light but when the light turned green as he started to ride the motor turned off. He tried to turn it on again and nothing. It wouldn´t budge. All of a sudden from nowhere a car ran through the red light. It was at an extremely high speed. It was being followed by a police car.

Fred suddenly remembered what the little old lady told him earlier that day. He fell to his knees and thanked God for this blessing.

Written:  November 7, 2017 Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.

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