Tell Me A Story

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There was much rolling around on the floor near where Grampa leaned against a pillow. He was quite comfortable. Grampa always makes a delectable target whenever he happens to recline, and tonight was no exception.

"Grampa, tell us a made-up story!" the two little ones squeaked.

"I don't know what story to tell you. Should it be a happy one, or a sad one?"

"HAPPY!" they shouted.

"Ok. Once upon a time there was a Grandma who had a pretty kitchen and lots of pretty kitchen stuff in it. She could cook in it and make all sorts of tasty treats. One day the man who lives in her house (Grampa) came in and smelled the most delightful smell he had ever smelled. He went into the kitchen and found that Grandma had made him an APPLE PIE, and this made him a very, very happy man. THE END."

Cheers went up all around.

"But tell us another story, Grampa!"

He thought for a moment. "Hmm. Should it be a happy story or a sad story?"

"A SAD story!" they shouted.

"Ok. Once upon a time there was a man who had a nice kitchen and he was really hungry and decided that he wanted to eat an APPLE PIE. He bought all of the ingredients and then he got out some cook books and decided he could MAKE the apple pie all by himself. He read up on how to make this pie, and he made it right then and there. He cut up the apples, and he made the crust. And then he put the pie in the oven. It was a hot oven. Then the man was very very tired from making this complicated pie, and so he layed down and slept. When he woke up, to his dismay he found that the pie had been burnt to a crisp, and this made the man VERY VERY SAD. The End."

"Yaaaaay!" shouted the children, and jumped on his tummy.

It was time for bed and so their Grandpa gathered them onto the bed and read to them the Bible story. It was from 1st John 1:5 - "This then is the message which we have heard of Him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all."

The three children lay on the bed as these Words washed over them and quietened them. They liked the thought of Light, and that God is that. Bedtime sometimes made at least one little girl think of how she did not like darkness very much. Now she heard that God is the kind of Light that has no darkness. "No darkness at all", the words had said.

No one spoke. The littlest wriggled around and held his blankie. The eldest simply lay there, thinking. The small girl patted her Grampa's kind head, and whispered, "Goodnight Grampa; Goodnight Grandma.."

Their grandparents tiptoed out, listening for further comments, or noises, or questions. But there were none.

It is a good message to think about. A place in this rather cold, dark world, where people take other people and don't let them go home. Where people stop believing and forget there is a God. Where there seems to be just so much darkness.

But God - is Light. In Him there is no darkness at all.

'In Him' sounds like the very greatest possible place for us to be. We better get back there.

See you along the Way!
the SconeLady



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