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Rusty Pot

Discussion in 'Thoughts for Today' started by Dusty, Aug 30, 2007.

  1. Rusty Pot

    Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore . We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients ! at the c linic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there w as a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my 8-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

    Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night I came for a treatment this morning from the Eastern Shore , and there's no bus 'til morning."

    He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room "I guess it's my face . I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says it needs a few more treatments."

    For a moment I hesitated, but his next word s convinced me: "I could sleep in t! his rock ing chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."

    I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No, thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.

    When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her 5 children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

    He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.

    He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind."

    I told him he was welcome to come again. And, on his next trip, he arrived a little after 7 in the morning As a gift he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen! He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

    In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.

    Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he m ust walk 3 miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

    When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

    Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But, oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.

    I know our family always will ! be grate ful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

    Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum burstin g with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!"

    My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden.

    She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.

    "Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."

    Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Nothing will happen if you don't share this piece but I'm grateful someone shared it with me!
  2. This story is so touching it reminds me of a new friend of mine who was supposedly against Christianity an atheist or agnostic whichever we’ll call him Jo for name sake. See my wife went out of town for ten days earlier this summer with the children so it left me with the birds. I hate staying alone so I asked Jo to come stay with, see he lives with friends and works as a maintenance man in my subdivision, so staying with me would save him gas and be a nice change. I prayed prior to his coming and during that we get along and don’t argue about religion. My thought I was crazy and so did other friends. But I felt compelled for him to stay. I wanted to witness to him and something to sink in. well I left things alone for days about religion I witnessed through my actions. And on the one day he asked me “What do you think God thinks of me? I am not trying to argue I am scared. So I witnessed to him and through the grace of God he accepted Christ in his heart and now lives for the lord. Now my wife understands why “Jo†stayed with me!

    In Him,
    Rick :preach:
  3. Oh Pastor Rick..... That is an awesome story. Praise God that you were willing to be open and volnerable. God has a purpose and plan that is greater than ours Praise His name.

    And one more name has been written in the Lamb's Book of Life.

  4. I thought it was a blessed story! The Lord is wonderful!:jesus-sign:

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