Larry Brown, one of our sustaining members, kindly shared with us one
of his writings. It prompts the reader to humbly look at the connection
between Faith and actions. Thank you Larry!
Darkness was rapidly falling and the mountains were little more than
purplish silhouettes in the mist. We'd been driving the serpentine roads
for hours and were now in need of rest and refreshment.
Rounding the bend in the narrow two lane road, we were greeted by the
soft, friendly lights of a quaint little inn up above the road. At this
hour we decided it would be unwise to bypass the inn on this lonely
stretch of mountain road.
As we started to get out of the car, a motorcycle roared into view.
Its blinking signal suggested that someone else was also seeking lodging
for the night. A burly, rough looking man got off the cycle and followed
us inside where we all registered and made arrangements for a meal.
"We serve family style," the old innkeeper said. "After you wash up
you may join each other at the table in the dining room." By the time we
sat down platters of roast beef, mashed potatoes, chicken, green beans,
gravy and biscuits were being put on the table along with iced tea and
My sister, mother, father and I sat rather uncomfortably across from
the motorcyclist with his long hair and shaggy beard. "Uh, would
...would you mind if I said the blessing," asked my father somewhat
nervously. The other man gave a little nod.
"Dear Lord," my father began. "Thank you for this food we are about
to receive. Thank you for the blessings of life and freedom we enjoy. We
pray that you will teach us to love as you have loved and forgive us if
we have wronged anyone today. In Your name, Amen."
The feast before us disappeared rapidly as we eagerly dug in. The
motorcyclist, who had introduced himself as Jack, however, didn't seem
very hungry and was kind of picking at his food. Of course this left
more for us so we didn't really mind.
After supper we found our rooms and were soon lost in dreamless
sleep, exhausted from the day's journey.
Early the next morning with the sun streaming through the pine trees
we arose, dressed and filed downstairs to breakfast, to discover Jack
patiently waiting at the table. Very soon the table was laden with
bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits, gravy, grits, coffee and hot chocolate.
As daddy started to speak, Jack spoke up and asked if it would be
okay if he said the blessing this morning. Mom and Dad seemed to relax a
little more, then. We bowed our heads and Jack began, "Thank you Father
for Salvation and also for your creation; for the wonderfully colored
birds and their songs and for the other interesting creatures that You
created. Creatures that love life too: who have families, rear their
young. Father forgive us for we know not what we do. Forgive us for
putting ourselves and our stomachs ahead of these innocent creatures who
have done us no wrong."
"Teach us the principle of love without boundaries, like you showed
in going to your death. Thank you for the bountiful supply of food you
have given that causes no suffering. We pray now for a gentle hand for
all those who will deal with your creatures today. Lord expand our
vision and soften our hearts. In your name we pray. Amen."
Stunned, we sat in silence as Jack ate his grits and biscuits. He
finished and excused himself. Soon we heard the roar of his cycle as it
shifted through the gears.
One by one we filed from the table. Subdued, we piled in the car to
resume our trip.
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