Letter From Jesus

Ruth went to her mail box and

there was only one letter.

She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but

then she looked at the envelope again.

There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and

address.

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:

I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday

afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.

Love Always,

Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on

the table.

"Why would the Lord want to visit me?

I'm nobody special.

I don't have anything to offer."

With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty

kitchen cabinets.

"Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to

offer.

I'll have to run down to the store and buy something

for dinner."

She reached for her purse and counted out its

contents. Five dollars and forty cents.

Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."

She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.

A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced

turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand

total twelve cents to last her until Monday.

Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her

meager offerings tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us,lady?"

Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she

hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the

alleyway.

A man and a woman, both of them dressed in

little more than rags.

"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife

and I have been living out here on the street, and,

well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda

hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd