The house was quiet and peaceful. Gone was the rush of getting kids to school and husband to work. With a fresh cup of coffee, Mary sat down at the dining room table. Opening the Bible to Psalm 23, she pulled her notebook and pen closer. With expectation she read, “The Lord is my Shepherd…”
“Now, who could be at the door?”
She opened the front door to the mail-man. Apologizing for bothering her, he gave her three bills, and asked for something to drink. Smiling, she fetched him a glass of water. While she waited for him to finish the water, she was reminded of a Scripture where Jesus said, that when we help someone, it is as if it was the Lord we were helping. “Oh my, one of the examples was when someone is thirsty and you give them something to drink.” Excited that she didn't miss this opportunity to do a good deed, she took the empty glass from the mail-man, and returned to the dining room.
“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not…”
Reluctantly she stood up to answer the door. Shona, her next door neighbour smiled at her. “Morning Mary, I am in a bit of a bind and need a favour. Could you fetch Catherine from school for me today? My doctor’s appointment has been rescheduled and I won’t be done by the time the school comes out. Sorry, to ask you at the last moment, but the doctor’s secretary had only phoned me just now. I would be very grateful if you could help out; I don’t want to miss this appointment.“
“No problem, I will do it with pleasure.” Relieved, Shona left Mary’s doorstep. Closing the door Mary smiled with the realization that this was her second good deed for the day. Didn't it say somewhere that somebody in need could be an angel the Lord had sent to give us the opportunity to do something good? Well, Shona is an angel, but not that type of angel.
Settling comfortably and hoping there will be no further interruptions, Mary, began reading, “The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want. He…”
Irritated she stood up to answer the door, once again. “Am I never going to get time to spend with the Lord today?”
A man stood at her door; he needed a shave and the clothes he was wearing needed mending. “Now what does he want?” Staring at his feet, the man asked her for work. He was prepared to do any job. “I am sorry,” Mary replied, “my husband is very handy and he does everything around the house.” Thinking it was not safe to allow a stranger into her home, she continued, “Wait here; I will bring you something to eat.” Relieved, that he wasn't chased away, but would have something to eat for the first time in two days; he waited patiently while staring at the closed door.
Mary hurried to the kitchen. She grabbed the sandwich she had made earlier for herself. Opening the fridge she took a bottle of water and hurried back to the door. Then the thought popped into her head, “He could be an angel.”
“Wait, I want to give you something.” She rushed to her purse on the table, grabbed some money and gave it to the man.
“He was very thankful," she mused. "For a moment there I thought he was going to cry. Perhaps I will have time now to spend with the Lord. Now where was I?”
“I don’t believe it!” Forcefully she pushed her chair back to get up and answer the door. A mail-man with a package was standing in front of her. He looked lost. She didn't recognize him. “What do you want!”
“I have a package for Mrs Johnson.”
“I'm not Mrs Johnson.”
Flustered he pointed to the package, “It says here… the address… is… number 21 Willow Road.”
Mary had had enough. Hands on her hips she replied: “This is Willow STREET. See there, to your right, is the number of the house, number TWELVE.”
“I'm sorry. Sorry to have bothered you,” he said as he turned around and left quickly.
Mary was watching him through her window. Still irritated she wondered, “Why is he walking? Where is his transport?” She watched him carry the heavy, cumbersome parcel down her drive-way. She was still watching him when he disappeared.
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