This was on a blogger friends blog, she had read it in a newspaper
and it was submitted anonymously.
A few months before I was born
my Dad met a stranger who was
to our small town.
From the beginning, Dad was
new comer and soon invited him
to live with our
The stranger was quickly accepted and was
welcome me into the world a few months later.
As I grew up , I
never questioned his place in my family.
In my mind he had a special
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me
word of God, and dad taught me to obey it.
But the stranger? He
was our story teller.
He would keep us spell bound for hours on end
adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything
history or science, he always knew the answers about
past,understood the present, and even seemed to be able
He took my family to the first major league ball
He made me laugh, and he made me cry.
The stranger never
stopped talking, but my Dad didn't seem to mind.
would get up quietly while the rest of us
were shushing each other to
listen to what he had to say,
and she would go to her room and read
( I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to
Dad ruled our house hold with certain moral convictions,
this stranger never felt obligated to honor them.
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home...
not from us, our friends, or
any visitors. Our long time visitor,
however, got away with four
letter words that burned my ears,
and made my dad squirm and my mom
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol
home, not even for cooking. But the stranger
encouraged us to try it
on regular basis.
He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and
He talked freely ( much to freely) about
His comments were sometimes blatant,
sometimes suggestive,and generally embarrassing.
I know my early concepts about relationships
strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he
apposed the values
of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked..... and
never asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the
moved in with our family. He has blended right in
not as fascinating as he was at first.
Still, if you were to
walk into my parents den today
you would still find him sitting over
in his comer,
waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him
draw his pictures.
His name? We just call him T.V.
(I'm happy to say that when we move next month, TV will not be coming with us!)
II Timothy 2:11 Here is a statement you can trust: If we have died with him, we will also live with him. 12 If we persevere, we will also rule with him If we disown him, he will also disown us. 13 If we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself. 14 Keep reminding people of this, and charge them solemnly before the Lord not to engage in word-battles. They accomplish nothing useful and are a catastrophe for the hearers! 15 Do all you can to present yourself to God as someone worthy of his approval, as a worker with no need to be ashamed, because he deals straightforwardly with the Word of the Truth. 16 But keep away from godless babbling, for those who engage in it will only become more ungodly, 17 and their teaching will eat away at people like gangrene. Hymenaeus and Philetus are among these; 18 they have missed the mark, as far as the truth is concerned, by saying that our resurrection has already taken place; and they are overturning some people's faith. 19 Nevertheless, God's firm foundation stands, stamped with these words: "The Lord knows his own," and, "Let everyone who claims he belongs to the Lord stand apart from wrongdoing." CJB