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A Talk With God I was always told, since childhood, by my Grand Dad, that we should not question what God does. He always knows best. Sometimes I wonder, though, by the things that He does to us. I got up early one morning, fixed some coffee, and decided to watch TV before my wife got up. When I turned the TV on, it was on the TBN channel. A preacher was preaching and he said, "If you have a problem, turn it over to God and He will take care of it." So, I turned off the TV, picked up the phone and dialed O for the operator. I told her I wanted to place a long distance, collect call to God. She said, "Don't you know that He is a very busy man?" I said, "Sure, I do. But, I still want to talk with Him." I overheard her telling God that it was a collect call from me. He said, " Yes, may I help you? I am a busy man." "I know," I said. "But, I need some answers and you're the man to see. So, I am going to put you on the spot for some correct answers." God said, "I know, if I don't answer your questions now, you will call back again. So, go ahead and ask." "Several months ago, you took three people that were dearly loved by me and my family. Why!?" "'Cause I needed more angels," God said. "More angels?" I asked. "Yes," God replied. "Look, almost 2000 years now, man has been here, on earth, and you say you still need more angels?" "Yes." "Whatever for?" "To pick flowers. What else?" "Flowers?" I asked. "Yes." "Surely, you could have gotten three other people to pick flowers besides these three." "I needed their talent," God said. "Talent? What talent?" "Well, if you must know ..." I could tell God was getting upset with all my questions. "First, I chose your Mother. Many years ago, she picked cotton and I knew that she could do very well at picking flowers for me. As a matter of fact, she taught you and your sister how to pick cotton, too." "Just a minute," I said. "You may ask my sister if she is ready for picking flowers. But, I'm sure not! Sorry, I did not mean to interrupt you." "Thank you," God said. "Next, I chose Peggy, as she was a hard worker and could talk at the same time. But, I am going to have Mary to watch over her. She does very well at working. But, she sure likes to talk. Sometimes, the other angels move away from her, as she talks now more than she works. But then, again, she has the other angels talking instead of picking flowers. Next, I chose your uncle, as I needed a supervisor for the angels. I am sure he will be a good supervisor by the number of children he raised. But, I am going to have to watch over him. He gets the angels to the right field for picking flowers. But, then, he goes on a coffee break. I may have to work him a few double shifts, now and then." "God, I have one small little favor to ask of you." "What is it?" God asked. "If you see, later on, that you really could do without them, would you please send them back to us, as we sure miss them. Why do the angels pick so many flowers? What are the flowers for, anyway?" "Well, you see, young man, the flowers are like people. When they are born, they sprout up and go through life being beautiful. But, as they grow older, they begin to wilt. That is when the angels begin to pick those flowers. The flowers are for the Masters Bouquet. They pick Roses, Carnations, Tulips, and many wild flowers." The operator, suddenly, came on and disconnected us. She said, "Times up. Have a nice day." The talk with God left me with a peace of mind, not confused as before. I realized that each of us is a certain kind of flower in the Master's Bouquet. I would not mind, one little bit, if I was a wild flower growing beside a dirt country road. For I know that I would be picked, as they each loved wildflowers. PS. If you are out riding around some night, find yourself on a dirt country road, and you should see a light in the far distance across an empty field ... it might not be the type of light that you and I are accustomed to seeing. It just might be an angel picking flowers. ?© 2003 by Robert H. Gilbert, Jr. RGBLUEBOY @ aol.com http://www. geocities.com/rgblueboy/StoryPoetryPage.html |
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