Sisters ☎️
“Pick it up,” said one sister to the other as the phone rang.
When the call ended, she asked, “Who was it?”
“It was our neighbor,” said her sister. “He said that Jesus came to his house today to eat, and he is coming tomorrow to ours.”
The two sisters were pleased with the idea of meeting Jesus. “He’s our King. How do you think He will dress?” Asked one sister to the other.
“Like a king, of course. Maybe in white or golden garments,” responded the other, “Let’s prepare the table for tomorrow.”
“Let’s wear our Sunday’s best,” they both said.
They prepared the table, bathed, and dressed. It seemed tomorrow was already at the door.
Finally, there was a knock on the door. The two sisters were excited. However, when they opened the door, it was two orphans
“Please, may we have something to eat. We smell your food, and we are hungry,” the orphans said. “No,” answered both sisters, “And be gone with you. This food is for Jesus and not for you.”
As they closed the door, the two orphans left with tears in their eyes and blood-stained hands.
“Filthy kids,” said one sister to the other, “How dirty were their hands! Maybe they’ve been playing with red markers or paint.”
Fifteen minutes later, there was a second knock on their door. “Who is it?” asked one sister of the other.
“It is a letter from the mailman,” she answered
“What does it say. Is it a message from Jesus, the King?”
“No. It’s a prisoner asking for someone to visit him because he’s lonely.”
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“I told you never to sign up for that program. If we go and visit him, we will miss Jesus who is coming, and won’t that be a shame?”
So they threw the letter in the trash, where it turned to blood and sweat. Then, there came one more knock on the door.
“Could this be Him?” asked one sister to the other.
“No, it is a widower. His wife died last year, and he wishes to see if he could come in and have something to drink.” “Tell him to be gone. We have an important visitor we are waiting for, and we cannot be seen with him.”
So the widower left with blood coming out of his shoes, and as he walked, he left a trail, saying with a loud voice, ‘this is the last time I will try to visit you.”
As the sisters closed the door behind him, they said, “How dare he say what he said. And how dare he leave that stain in front of the house.”
They grabbed the mop, cleaned up the blood and then threw the mop away. They continued to wait for their King. The hours passed, but still, Jesus did not arrive. When it was nearly midnight and the food had turned cold, there came a final knock at the door.
“Do you think that is him?”
A man dressed in white with gold rings in his fingers stood on the step. Immediately the sisters kissed his hands and said,
“Come, dine with us.”
As they ate, the man looked very pleased, even though the food was very cold. Without saying a word, he ate. And he laughed.
“Jesus, is this Jesus?” the sisters asked between themselves. They called their neighbor to confirm. They asked, “What does Jesus look like?” The neighbor replied, “Like orphans in need of food, like the letter of a prisoner in need of a visitor, or like a widower in need of a drink.”
“You are joking,” they said, ‘that’s not Jesus. He is with us tonight.”
“Sister, hang up the phone. He is just pulling your leg.”
They went back to speak to their guest. As he continued to eat, they said, “You are Jesus.”
He said, “I am not.”
They were suddenly afraid. Then, the man continued to speak, “When you kicked Jesus out, I came in, and I am taking you both tonight.”
So this is how the story ends — when you turn Jesus away, you welcome the devil in.