I wrote this short story along with a few others about five years ago now. ‘A series of Bill trying to find Jesus’. Hope you enjoy it!
Bill, budding trees and Jesus
The summer wind blew in England, and the Peacock butterfly landed on the garden shovel which was protruding from the garden’s soil. Bill sat down with a lady and her elderly mother who she cared for, under a budding tree, the picnic hamper placed neatly on the multicoloured blanket. Bill had just earlier run to her aid as she stumbled and nearly fell on the ground as she tried to close her daughter’s car door. The kindness that the daughter showed Bill seemed to envelope the budding tree along with the three of us with the Holy Spirit and Jesus was just beyond the tree watching, like a shepherd watching his lambs make their first steps in the field. They seemed to be a very quiet couple, and Bill was pleasantly surprised to see a copy of the Holy Bible inside the hamper basket.
Baked bread of Jesus.
The crusty bread smelt beautiful as the old lady spread best butter on a slice, and it had just obviously been baked as Bill’s mouth began to water. Jesus is the bread of life Bill thought, and the Holy Spirit was certainly comforting the three of them. Bill was aware that during the Exodus of Moses’ time the ‘children of god’ the Israelites ate unleavened bread, or put another way it was baked without yeast. When the good seed which was ground to flour was risen with yeast, the yeast is symbolic of ungodly teachings. Bill knew it was ok to eat this beautiful freshly baked bread; he then quickly glanced at the old lady’s bible, and concluded that this bread had been raised with the word of god’s yeast. The bees hummed in the budding tree above, and the three of them sat in peace and tranquility, and Bill felt the reassuring smile of Jesus.
Demons ‘get out’.
Bill took a chance with the nice couple and spoke about his past problems and how demons controlled his life. He took out his electric bible and explained how god leads him to specific verses in the bible, words of god which counters the devil in him. Jesus led Bill to first John chapter three verse eight and proceeded to read this out to the daughter and mother…He that committeth sin is of the devil; for the devil sinneth from the beginning. For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil. Bill explained that Jesus’ love cast the devil out of him. Bill lived a diabolical adulterous life. He gently looked up and smiled at the pair who were obviously by their kind looks, sympathetic towards Bill. Bill had nearly finished his glass of lemonade, and watched a bee land on top of the glass looking for the sticky sugar substance. “So that’s how Jesus came into my life. Would you like to share any testimonies?” The mother took a deep breath and began to speak. On one beautiful spring day as she took her golden retriever for a walk, she read a story in a magazine about Adam and Eve, and how Eve was duped by the snake into becoming disobedient to god our father. She had just come of age, and realised that the devil had been deceiving her in a variety of ways, one of them being her mistaken love for her fiance who was cheating on their relationship with another woman, and became sexually promiscuous and immoral. He just used her, and a tear rolled down the elderly mother’s cheek. She vowed to love Jesus from the day she read that biblical truth inside that magazine as she sat on a bench near to that summer budding tree similar to the one they were sitting under now. Jesus helped her to cope with the loss of her first love, and in times of temptation always recalled how Eve was deceived, and how she lost paradise through disobeying god. She recalled how the auctioneer rapped the gavel on his podium and said, “The figurine of Jesus and the lamb across his shoulders is sold to the lady with the lemon coloured top.” As she carried her Jesus away, spoke to a nice gentleman, who later became her husband and late father of her daughter who shed a tear also. His first words were, “That’s a beautiful figurine of Jesus, I nearly brought it myself.” The elderly mother sighed as she remembered his charm and Jesus in her hands.
Duty to care for vulnerable.
As the three of them sat, picnicked and reminisced, Bill made a silent prayer of thanks to Jesus, and listened for some divine response from god. The young daughter said a few words after her mother had said her testimony, and made it clear that she thought it was her duty to look after her mother in her time of old age and frailty. Bill quickly checked his electric bible for the word ‘duty’ and its verse and was led to Luke chapter seventeen verse ten, and after reading the passage said, “After we have done our duty whatever that maybe it’s important not to want or expect payment for our work or services. It’s best to view it more like a labour of love.” Bill then read out the above verse which read :- So likewise ye, when ye shall have done all those things which are commanded you, say, we are unprofitable servants: we have done that which was our duty to do…”I do count my blessings everyday,” said the daughter. Bill dabbed his handkerchief around his forehead has the summer heat caused him to perspire. He was offered some cool lemonade which came out of a flask that had ice cubes in it as well. Bill sipped the freezing cold fizzy drink, and looked at the blossoms on the tree which the bees buzzed around. Bill in a state of comfort and joy said, “The first commandment of god is to love god with all of your heart, mind and soul. That really is our major duty, and expect to be unprofitable servants for doing so. Do it for free in other words, love our lord god for free, an unconditional love. When people say I don’t love you anymore because of not meeting a certain condition, then it’s like the apostles saying to Jesus we want you to pay us for carrying out your father’s commandments. As soon as they say that it ceases being a labour of love and becomes a labour of paid work. As soon as the money stops it’s like the apostles stopped working for Jesus and left him. So from the above verse god tells his people to say, we are unprofitable people we have only done god’s will. We work for free.” The two ladies seemed very interested and pleased to listen to Bill’s beliefs and philosophy’s. The sun at midday was high in the sky.
Nails in Jesus.
Bill seemed at ease during the picnic and the women were so welcoming that it was easy for Bill to speak about his past problems and later how Jesus saved his soul from the self destruct button. The final nail was nearly hammered into his coffin Bill said, then his divorce from his wife seemed to prevent that nail being hammered in. The old lady poured Bill a cup of warm tea from the hamper’s flask, and looked on in sympathy as Bill continued. “It all happened very naturally and quite quickly where I became close to Jesus day by day, hour by hour and minute by minute.” The daughter said, “Yes, my encounter with Jesus came from the Jesus hymns we sang at school. The nails that went through his hands and feet affected me as a child, where the crucifix of Jesus on the cross and the blood coming from the nails made me weep.” She was very sorry in her attitude and sniffed as a few tears came down her face, the biscuit still being chewed in her mouth. “It was very nice to be able to talk to someone like yourself Bill about Jesus, and how he influenced yours as well as our lives,” said the daughter. The wind stirred the tree tops and the budding tree they were sitting under seemed to make a gentle soothing lullaby sound for the three of them as they shared their testimonies and united in fellowship’s brotherly love. They all went quiet as they listened to a song thrush high in the branches and were happy for the break in the conversation to reflect on what had been said. The north wind blew gently causing the red tulips to sway with the green grass in their background. Bill was the first to talk again, and as he closed his eyes said a prayer, “Dear Jesus, thank you for giving your love to these two lovely ladies and myself today, in this beautiful garden which is only as close to Eden when your heart intertwines with our souls. Please give us the strength of the Holy Spirit in order for us to live for you and our fellow-man for now and eternity, Amen.” The two ladies responded with Amen also. The daughter suggested they all go for a gentle walk in the nearby meadow which she knew quite well as a child, and her mother agreed as she seemed to be very energetic and full of enthusiasm for life after the lovely food and conversation.
As they walked along the river side, the sun shone brightly and the temperature was a hot twenty-five degrees centigrade. The pathway was good and strong where the elderly mother held onto her daughter’s arm. The cattle in the field came close to the pathway which was fenced and looked at the three of them and carried on munching the green grass. The frail old woman said, “When I talk about Christianity and Jesus I like to start right at the beginning of the Holy bible, the book of Genesis. I like to talk about Adam and Eve, then Noah and the ark.” Bill agreed that was a very good place to start, and also added the Gospels are a good place to start in the New testament as well, with the birth of Jesus, the cross and resurrection. The budding tree they picnicked under looked like a small shrub in the distance, and Bill focused the conversation on the book of Genesis for a while. He listened for Jesus after making a silent prayer to him. “Oh look at the lovely butterflies,” said the elderly lady. Bill heard Jesus say ‘give’, which had such a large variety of meanings in different situations. Through Bill’s electric bible he was led to the book of Genesis, chapter two verse twenty which read… And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him… Bill said to the elderly lady, “It was Adam that named this beautiful insect, and god gave Eve to him to help him do these things.” The butterfly opened and closed its wings and fluttered onto a daffodil. The yellow of the blossom, and the predominantly red of the insect, the sun making these two primary colours so vivid and bright. “Yes, Adam and Eve became one flesh.” The light of god flooded through the budding trees as Jesus’ love filled all three of these children of god. Their souls were destined for heaven on the ‘day of judgement’. “I wonder if the butterflies will go to heaven?” enquired the daughter. Bill didn’t say anything but nodded and smiled. “If your heaven has butterflies in it then butterflies there will be in heaven,” said Bill, and all three were walking very happily in god’s paradise.
Bill heard Jesus talk to him, urging him to receive grace and hospitality from the two ladies by explaining to them some of the things that made him bitter in his past lifestyle. “I drank and was adulterous,” he said as he looked down at the grass. “I was proud and didn’t care about people,” he continued. After a brief pause in the conversation the daughter said, “It sounds like you had some sort of boa constrictor wrapped around you; this would be enough to make anyone bitter.” She was right, and Bill felt his neck like he was being strangled when he recalled some of the adulterous partners his wife had relations with. He held his face in his hands, “It’s all in the past now.” Bill had denied Jesus as well as his fellow-man back then and recalled Peter from the book of Luke chapter twenty-two verse sixty-two which read…And Peter went out, and wept bitterly. This is what Peter did when he denied Jesus three times. Bill felt he denied everyone and everything all his life. “I don’t deny Jesus anymore now I’ve found his love.” As the budding trees blossom so do believers in Jesus, their spiritual garden becomes lovely. Yes, life was as sweet as honey now he had discovered god.
Jesus is my doctor
The daughter recalled past worries and concerns when her mother was close to death at one point and the doctor rushed her into hospital with a suspected cardiac arrest. It was sitting next to her bed waiting for her mother to recover from keyhole heart surgery that she picked up, thumbed through and read a few passages from the Gideon’s bible. She recalls looking at the bible verses which came under despair, and Bill helped by referring to ‘despair’ verses in his electric bible. “Yes dear, Paul the apostle said the following from second Corinthians chapter four verse eight which read,”…We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair…” I imagine you became strong like Paul did when trouble and persecution faced him,” said Bill. “Well I was very baffled, ‘all at sea’ also about what was happening to my mother, and the doctor confused me even more regarding the cause of the heart attack. As the doctor spoke to me I was reading the bible, and at that moment I said to myself Jesus is my doctor, he will provide me with all answers. I remember smiling at the doctor and feeling at complete ease.” The daughter looked at her mother and reassuringly held her hand. The countryside felt so peaceful and private on that beautiful summer’s day, and only the birds and bees could hear us; god sent a warm breeze over the three of them with a fresh fragrance of freshly cut grass; it was so sweet, and Bill pictured the ‘Garden of Eden’.
Dull in senses
Bill and the two ladies saw a man in the distance who looked wobbly on his legs. Bill had ardiac arrest. It was sitting next to her bed waiting for her mother to recover from keyhole heart surgery that she picked up, thumbed through and read a few passages from the Gideon’s bible. She been there in the past, walking around drunk. As they got closer he looked at his watch and squinted. He was drunk alright, and Bill could see a small bottle of brandy sticking out of his jacket. The drunk man muttered something towards the threesome, and although no one knew what he wanted Bill replied with a sympathy recalling his drunken past, and trying to unsuccessfully flag a taxi down. “Can we help you in any way sir?” Bill politely said. He heard Jesus say ‘dull’, the drunk was totally dull in his senses. Bill checked his electric bible to see what god had to say about dullness. It was from Matthew chapter thirteen verse fifteen, the parable of the sower. This verse read…For this people’s heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them…The drunk man uttered something that didn’t make sense, “Sir,” Bill said, “I use to drink alcohol like yourself, and I was later saved by the lord Jesus, where I am now teetotal and leading a clean godly life. You can to Sir, try your best and give up the booze.” Damn you!” he shouted at the three of them, “I’ll ask someone else for the time,” and he staggered away. Bill said, “He has to find the answer himself. Perhaps god wants to keep him in this state for a better chance of the gospel being proclaimed. He could still make it to heaven if he sincerely lets Jesus into his heart and repents.
It was an enjoyable day overall, and the country walk ended at the two ladies car. Bill exchanged kisses, and helped the elderly lady put on her seat belt. They all exchanged names and contact details, and Bill waved wishing them a safe journey with the love of Jesus. The budding trees above Bill’s head seemed to wave goodbye themselves in the breeze, and the sun began to sink at the back of them, sending through the branches beams of light which lit up the back of Bill’s head. Never had Bill in his entire life felt so peaceful as he did on that summer’s day. Bill prayed a silent prayer to Jesus, thanking him for a glorious day, and wishing his fellow-man, the drunk being foremost in his thoughts, all the happiness in the world and the gift of finding the life of Jesus to attain this happiness. Bill walked along the country road. He nimbly walked towards the railway station and with just half a mile to go briskly walked to increase his heart rate for good exercise. The sun began to sink below the horizon, and the little railway station was lit up with a golden reflection. The sound of the train’s electric motor gently eased up as the train stopped, and Bill continued his journey with Jesus.
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and may the love of Jesus help the trees in your soul keep budding now and forever more, Amen.