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:
I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to
stop by for a visit.
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.
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
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 really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both.
They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly,
she was certain that
they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.
"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself.
All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread,
and I'm having an
important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed
back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them,
"Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out
else to serve my guest."
She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that
she was shivering.
"You know, I've got another coat at home.
Here, why don't you take this one."
Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.
Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...
coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried,
The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key.
But as she did, she
noticed another envelope in her mailbox.
"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."
It was so good to see you again.
Thank you for the lovely meal.
And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer