For God so loved the world
That He gave His One and Only Son
That whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
This is a tale of two women. One is rich and the other is poor. You have to guess which one is the rich one.
My girlfriend, Marge, lives in a ritzy suburb west of Chicago. Her lawyer-investor husband did well and when he passed away, she inherited his successful business. Her kids help run the business but her phone rings often and she makes important decisions.
Marge’s phone rang when I met up with her for breakfast. She’s quick and bright so it’s not a big deal. After breakfast, Marge offered to take me home. She stopped at our favorite craft store. When it comes to paper crafts, she’s my girl. We had a blast looking at everything and she, again, shared helpful tips.
Marge got off the expressway and took the scenic back roads pointing out several businesses and buildings that she owns. I thought to myself, “If I owned just one of them I could get my nails done regularly!”
We passed the Christian mega church and I exclaimed: “Oh, I would love to attend one of their services someday.” Marge told me she is not impressed with that church because like most Christian churches these days, they have become businesses not real churches.
We weren’t hungry at lunchtime, but I agreed to appetizers and Marge pulled into a nice sports bar. We sat outside on the patio. When our ice tea arrived, I toasted to our friendship: “May we always be close friends even in eternity.” Marge responded with: “Mary, what if I don’t believe in Heaven? How do you know it really exists?” I told Marge that Heaven is in the Bible and that I wasn’t aware that the Bible wasn’t her benchmark for truth. You can just imagine the rest of our conversation.
Marge got a text message that required her signature on a document. I get text messages too. Most of mine are prayer requests. The grand kids had pink eye just before I left and I’m close to a young vet suffering from PTSD, and he tried to commit suicide three weeks ago. Important updates call for my attention to pray, immediately.
I hated to see our fun morning end. Marge and I are living proof that a Jesus lovin’ conservative and a New Age Liberal can hang together and survive. Honestly we like each other, a lot!