GREEDY, AH WANNA SEE YEW! A
Thievin Theologian Flunks Love 101 By Patricia Backora
His
eyes danced with delight. It was testimony time at Sweetwater Church,
and Brother Duncan Greedy was telling everyone how Bible college
had enriched his walk with Jesus. Did
yall know theres three different words for love
in Greek? tall, lanky Duncan asked all the fascinated faces
around him. Phileo, agape, and eros. Now, phileo love is like
brotherly love. Thats where they get the name Philadelphia
from, the City of Brotherly Love. Then theres agape, spelled
a-g-a-p-e and pronounced ah-GAH-pay. Thats the most Christlike
love of all, saints, the self-sacrificin kind Christians are
supposed to have for one another. Finally, he blushed in his
country-boy way, theres eros love, the kind
husbands have for wives.
What
a blessin not to be limited to English in my daily study.
Thank God, he grinned, I know Hebrew, Greek, and Latin,
and can dig into the real meat of Gods Holy Word, instead
of relyin on vague, all-purpose English words. Greek really
does zero in on the exact meanin of what youre tryin
to say.
Amen,
droned a few sleepy saints, who envied him his exhaustive erudition.
Thank
you, Brother Duncan, sighed the pastor. Wholl
be next, now? Weve got time for one more good one.
They say opposites
attract. True. Duncan turned on the charm, and it wasnt long
before his proposed to a girl he had his eye on. It was well nigh
miraculous. Pearl had refused to date others in the church. Her
one love had always been to serve Christ, and her dearest dream
had always been to go to Mexico as a missionary. But she even gave
her calling up to make Duncan happy.
You could
never have found a sweeter, more unselfish Christian than she was,
even in her poverty. How true, you acquire the flavor of what you
marinate yourself in. Truly she reminded me of Jesus.
If I live
1000 years Ill never figure out what attracted Pearl to that
guy, except they were both tall and skinny. Once she made the last
payment on her station wagon, wedding bells rang. Now she could
stop slaving at a typewriter and start cooking and cleaning for
Duncan. We were all glad to see her enjoy a little prosperity for
a change.
But what price
prosperity? Duncan didnt much care where that came from, in
that recession year of 74.
Now Duncan
had it made. Not only had he gotten his girl, and all her domestic
skills, but a vehicle for his new business venture: Splatter Brothers
House Painting. The pastor heartily approved. Some brothers in the
church needed a job, but didnt want to work in an ungodly
secular environment.
Most people
thought Duncan was a little weird, but, what the heck? That only
made him more lovable. You never saw that guy without a goofy grin
on his face, as if he was always sharing a private joke with himself.
Duncan took
on a his motley crew: a reformed hippie, his buddy Buck Barker,
one dishevelled dude whod just as soon change his job as his
socks, and Brother Wayne, a highly respected church elder who had
three kids and a fourth on the way. What fellowship they all would
share, they thought. Why, itd be the next best thing to heaven.
From the outset
Duncan let his underlings know that before hes split up the
money among them, his own business expenses must be deducted first.
They all agreed.
His phone
bill must be paid, since it was used to land jobs for them all.
Fair enough. Gas must be put in his tank, and his car must be kept
in good running order. Also reasonable.
Duncan had
such confidence in their brotherly love he also deducted his extraneous
expenses, such as his mortgage and utility bills. And there were
the personal perks, such as refuelling his fridge with health foods.
But never with the same frugal fare the rest of his men subsisted
on. That would have wrecked his hypochondriac stomach, and he was
allergic to anything cheap. So he splashed out on the finest delicacies
money could buy. Economy was a virtue for everyone but himself.
I remember once he showed a bunch of us the first juicer Id
ever seen, an innovation which was just then coming into vogue.
What a genius invention that thing was. It could turn a big pile
of carrots into a tablespoon of juice.
Working with
Duncan would prove an educational experience for his crew.
Duncan,
Buck asked him, as they prepared to work on a rambling old house,
arent you gonna scrape the old paint off first before
using your spray gun?
What
on earth for?
If you
dont, Duncan, itll look all lumpy and uneven.
It would not
do for Duncans professional prowess to be questioned by the
other men, who looked at him quizzically. Even lethargic Marvin,
an archetypical bachelor slob said: If I were you, Duncan,
Id think twice before cutting corners on this one.
He scratched
the back of his neck with a wry smile. Well, Id kinda
thought of scrapin it, but once we slather a good pile of
paint on, nobodyll notice anyway.
Bucks
cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth. You mean youre
gonna prime it without scraping it first? Look how weathered this
old house is. It must be fifty years since it was last painted.
He scraped a sliver of peeling paint off with his fingernail.
Duncan scratched
his head. Whats primin?
Its
when you paint on the first coat, then let it dry before applying
the second.
Oh,
I dont know about that, Duncan grinned, Itd
take way too long.
Buck rolled
up his eyes. Now, Duncan, maybe Im being a bit of an
ignoramus, but dont you think the paint job will last a lot
longer if you apply two layers instead of only one?
Not
the way I do it, Buck. Thats why I got this little baby,
he winked at his sprayer. It blasts the paint on faster than
ten men can in the same time usin brushes.
But
its gonna look like hell if you dont scrape the old
paint off first, then prime the house, give it a day or two to dry,
then go over it again. Or didnt you factor that in when you
made your bid, Duncan?
Listen
to Buck, said Wayne. Hes one sharp cookie. Hell
never steer you wrong, Duncan.
Duncan got
a peculiar frown on his face. Now yall see here. I dont
need nobody to steer me nowhere. Look, yall, there might just
be one Way to get to heaven, but theres lots of ways to solve
a nit-pickin problem like a bump on a wall. If we see any,
well just slap on more paint to make em less noticeable.
And dont worry, Buck, well pile on enough paint for
two coats, all at once. Thats bein a better steward
of our time. The Bible says: Redeem the time. Not even
Buck can dispute that. Remember, yall, the slower we go, the
quicker Christmas comes.
If the men
got forty dollars a week apiece, they thought they were living high
on the hog. Problem was, Duncan always underestimated the costs
connected with the job, though hed always buy less than half
the paint needed and thin it out with water. The customer would
marvel at Duncans bargain-basement bid, even more at the sheer
speed at which a big two-story house could get painted. One starry-eyed
lady said, Its nothing short of miraculous! Yall
finished in only three hours!
Duncan grinned
and took a bow, waving his sprayer. He said, Thats the
miracle of modern technology. He really thought, Shes
dumb as mud. Good timin, too. Rains in tomorrows
forecast. I did my part. I slapped new paint on for her. I never
said how long it would last, and before it runs, Ill run.
That paint
sprayer was Duncans favorite toy. How easy to slather his
thin gruel onto unprepared surfaces. Generally, the customer wouldnt
even bother to check to see if hed scraped the old paint off
first. So long as Duncan split before hard rains hit, hed
be home free.
The first
couple of paydays, the crew members took their losses with grace.
But winter was coming on, and poverty was beginning to take its
toll on crew morale.
Every day
Buck would take one mayonnaise sandwich to work, two if times were
good. His three friends didnt fare much better. Wistfully
theyd eye the head honcho, who always had a bountiful feast
to say grace over. Hed have two or three whole wheat sandwiches
stacked high with the choicest fillings, and always a pile of special
homemade cookies for dessert. What a luxury, to bake cookies in
that year when the sugar industry copied the marketing strategy
of the oil industry__faked a big shortage, and ran up sugar prices
to $5.00 a bag, equivalent to $10.00 in todays money.
Buck,dizzy
with hunger, and shivering head to toe, tramped through the snow
to ask Duncan, who was munching away, lost in his own private bliss:
Would you mind sharing just one with the rest of us?
Duncans
cookie-crammed mouth fell open. The very idea! he huffed.
Yall have got some nerve! Cant your wife bake,
Buck?
With
what? Buck shot back. You cant make cookies out
of hot air.
Seeing the
vacant look on Duncans face, Buck resolved hed rather
shut up and fast than ask again.
To this day
I dont know how Duncan got any sleep at night, the way he
treated his brethren in Christ; the way his tainted paint smudged
his Christian testimony. Worst of all, it didnt seem to faze
him that his hypocrisy grieved the Holy Spirit.
Because he
always made the cheapest bids, Duncan landed a contract to renovate
the Grand Old Train Station, an historical site which allegedly
predated the Civil War. What lay behind Duncans toothy grin
as he strolled through the dilapidated depot and appraised the job?
What brewed in his bustling brain?
Having outlasted
the blast of Yankee guns and braved the brunt of cannon balls, would
this relic of the Old Confederacy survive Duncans splatter
gun, or would the stalwart landmark fall?
Over the years,
whole chunks of plaster had fallen out of the walls, due to the
high humidity. But Duncan was undaunted. Piece of cake,
he said, unmoved by the scope of the job. Fellers, this jobs
a gift. Well knock it out in no time.
How?
asked Buck, who aggravated Duncan the most, because he wouldnt
shut up and submit to authority like everybody else without contributing
his two cents worth.
Just
go faster with the plaster, Duncan shrugged. Any idiot
can figure that one out.
And go fast
they did. Bothersome Buck tried to reason with Duncan again. Hey,
Duncan, Im telling you right now, youve gotta give each
layer of plaster time to set and dry before you apply the next coat.
Otherwise the air cant get through to harden it. Not in this
kind of climate.
Aw...itll
look just fine.
But
what if it doesnt set, Duncan, and rots away with mildew?
What then?
Aw,
Buck, stop borrowin trouble. All theyre payin
us for is to fill in the holes in this wall. Pure and simple. They
never said we had to resurrect this old ruin to everlastin
life. For all we know, the Russians might nuke this place to kingdom
come tomorrow, and even if they dont, the sinners who hired
us are all goin to hell anyhow. Trouble with you is, you worry
too much.
Okay,
Buck shrugged, youre the boss.
Thats
better. Now lets get that plaster mixed. Time we spent a-arguin,
we coulda had it done by now.
In no time
all the gaps were filled in and the train station looked good as
new_until the following week, when it caved in like a California
mudslide.
So who got
blamed when the inspectors saw it? Poor, unlucky Buck, the one whod
dared to doubt Duncans erudite wisdom. Duncan cackled like
a mother hen when he fondled his filthy lucre, pleased as punch
he lived way out in the sticks and his hideout was hard to find.
Throughout
their trial of affliction, Brother Wayne kept the other mens
spirits up with his philosophical humour. Hed remind them
they were only living out a practical lesson in forgiving and forbearing
one another in love. Going through a fiery trial was an occasion
for rejoicing, he said, because their faith was being refined in
the furnace of affliction. If somebody wrongs you, its Gods
business to set them straight.
Nevertheless,
Duncan never did apologize to anybody hed wronged, whether
the church saints, or to the sinners whose houses hed painted
with cut-price slop hed gotten for just $2.00 a can. Hed
sweeten the pot by telling customers his curdled, petrified old
paint cost much more. So he was a liar, as well as a cheat. Sometimes
a hypocrite practicing greasy grace and sloppy agape needs the cuff
of the bear in forbearance to strike the
fear of God in his heart.
The Splatter
Brothers were commissioned to renovate an old mansion with an ornate
staircase. Once again Buck begged to differ with Duncan. Duncan,
the man specifically said: Stain the stairs and paint the walls.
I heard him.
Well,
you need to clean out your ears, Buck. He said: Paint the
stairs and stain the walls.
Buck knew
how intractable he was. Okay, have it your way.
All
right, fellers, said Duncan, we gotta hustle now. I
dont know about yall, but Ive got Christmas shoppin
to do before all the stores close.
Heaving a
sigh, the crew began, knowing what the result would be. Their client
wasnt around to be consulted. They carried out Duncans
orders, just cause he was boss. Unquestioning submission to
authority. That sort of reminds me of the excuse the Nazis gave
after WWII. They were only following orders. That old mansion didnt
have a prayer, as Duncan aimed his slop sprayer.
When they
finished, Duncan grinned gleefully. Time to receive the reward of
iniquity. Nobody would bother to inspect the work first, Duncan
assumed. Theyd just take his word for it that hed done
the job satisfactorily. He bragged to all the others about that
long-awaited wild spending spree hed go on to celebrate the
birth of the One Who gave His all for others.
Then the floorboards
creaked as if a freight train was coming to avenge the fall of the
train station. Duncan froze. The steps drew closer and closer. He
jumped like a scared jackrabbit. Before Duncan could duck out the
rear door he heard an earth-shaking roar: GREEDY, AH WANNA
SEE YEW!
There stood
the angriest man Duncan had ever seen. His eyes blazed fire and
his nose breathed steam. The tirade which followed was unprintable.
Duncans daddy had never given him such a verbal whippin
in his life. The four crew members ducked into another room. They
just couldnt hold it in. Theyd have to go back and strip
off Duncans fine craftsmanship and redo it properly. But laughter
is good medicine for bruised morale.
It seems Duncan
must have heard them laugh. Something turned him from a bunglin
good ol boy corner-cuttin con into a much meaner con.
Sin is like that. Only when its airbrushed veneer is stripped away
do you behold it for the nasty, stinky thing of hell it really is.
Its easy to be duped by a lovable rogue who grins so good
you never notice hes busy bilking you behind your back. That
kind of guy cant be let off the hook for not being all
there, simply because it takes a high degree of serpentine
cunning to exploit vulnerable people the way Duncan did.
Contrary to
popular belief, even Gods patience with unrepentant sinners
is not infinite. Otherwise, why would He say Hes coming someday
to punish the earth for its wickedness? Gods children are
called to rebuke sin when necessary, not be doormats for those who
abuse our love time and time and time again.
Buck finally
had his showdown with Duncan one snowy-cold afternoon. Duncan was
still in the afterglow of Christmas cheer, anticipating a prosperous
new year. With the help of his four hungry men, his cup would surely
overflow again and again. But how grateful was Duncan Greedy?
The time was
drawing near for Brother Waynes wife to give birth. He felt
a strong need to call her and ask if she was okay. Since his job
kept him broke, Wayne had to borrow a coin if he wanted to use a
pay phone. He knew only one man among them whose pockets werent
hollow_Duncan. Taking a deep breath, he asked if he might borrow
a whole quarter.
He might as
well have asked Duncan for a whole quart of blood. At first, Duncan
raised his eyebrows in shock. Then he snapped, No time for
that! Get back to work!
Buck boiled
over. He strode over and sharply said: I dont believe
we heard you right. What did you just say to Wayne?
All
I said was, were way behind schedule, so what gives Wayne
the notion hes got time to call his wife?
Well,
wouldnt you call yours if she was about to have a baby and
needed reassurance?
Well,
thats different.
Collars were
really getting hot by now. Ive rephrased their dialogue to
make it printable, so youll get the gist of the conversation
without the shock of the original vernacular. Now, the balls
in Bucks court.
Hows
it different? Doesnt the Bible say to love your neighbor as
yourself?
Duncan grew
livid. Now you see here, Barker, youre in rebellion.
Youre tryin to usurp my authority over these men...
You
dont have authority over my cigarette butt! shouted
Buck, tossing one to the ground. For months and months all
of us have put up with your bull, and the only reason we did it
was out of respect for Brother Wayne, not for you! Youve robbed
us blind every single week! We oughta report you to the Labor Board
for fraud! While we barely had a scrap of bread among us, you stuffed
your fat face with big sandwiches and piles of cookies, and you
had the gall to eat them right under our nose, you flea-brained
flake! You skimmed off cash you could have paid us with and paid
YOUR gas bill, YOUR electric bill, YOUR phone bill, YOUR car upkeep
and gas, and filled YOUR refrigerator with fancy foods while we
almost dropped dead from cold and hunger! Is that showing the love
of Christ?
Well...uh...we
did have an agreement...
It was
like making a deal with satan! Every day when we got up and dragged
our dead bodies to work, we kept our mouths shut, hoping against
hope the Lord would make you see the light! But now youve
pushed me too far!
Greedy started
to fidget. He looked round, but got no supportive glances from the
others.Look, if its about the money...
Well,
I dont need your grimy money! I wouldnt wipe my nose
on it! You make me sick, the garbagey way you just treated Brother
Waynes wife, all over a stinking quarter! You dont care
two cents about her! All you love is yourself! You cheap chiseller!
It would be bad enough if what you just said about wanting to get
finished on time was the real reason! Now I may look dumb, but dont
take me for a fool, boy! I just aint that stupid! You were
worried Wayne wouldnt pay the quarter back, werent you?
Thats
none of your business, Barker! Some Christian you are! At least
I dont cuss!
A storm brewed
on Bucks face. The way you live is one big cussword,
the way you screw so-called sinners day after day after day and
still have the gall to tell em the grand old story of Jesus
and His love! So whos the sinner, Greedy? Its you! You
and your convoluted words for love, when you wouldnt
even recognize love if it hit you between the eyes! You say you
feel sorry for us dumb hicks for only knowing English. Well, boy,
if God cant get through to you in plain English, all your
Greek gobbledygook is just so much hot air! Now, what was that St.
Paul said about a clanging cymbal?
Duncan gritted
his teeth. Its YOU who thinks youre smartern
everybody else, just cause you believe in evolution!
Well,
retorted Buck, evolution is only a theory, but to say you
evolved from a monkey insults the monkey. All of us here have treated
you like a friend, but that doesnt mean beans to you. What
was that you said about the love of a friend? And how did you return
it? You spat on our friendship, and you stole our livelihoods out
from under our feet. I know your kind, Greedy. All you do is use
people, then throw em away like old trash you dont need
anymore. No animal on earth is that mean. And do you think its
the love of Christ, to con your customers like you do each and every
day? No, Duncan, you couldnt have evolved from anything except
a shark. So testify to the whole church and say: God showed
me this and this, and Im superior to the rest of you yokels
who barely graduated high school. But in the final analysis,
Gods gonna bring you to book for what you did with all that
fancy book-learnin. You not only treated poor Wayne and his
family like dirt, but Christ too. He said that what you do to your
brother, you do to Him as well, or didnt they expound on that
superfluous point in seminary? By their fruits ye shall know them,
the Lord said, and just being around you leaves a nasty taste in
my mouth! Buck spat on the ground.
Duncan looked
as mad as a hornet. Barker, he cried, hoisting his aristocratic
nose high, youre fired! Get lost!
But Buck wasnt
about to slink away like a whipped puppy and let him have the final
word. He threw down his paint brush and yelled, Ive
never been fired from any job before, you bloodsucker, and this
wont be the first time! You cant fire me from this joke
of a job! I quit!
Within the
next couple of days, the long-standing prayer of Brother Waynes
wife was answered. Every day upon Waynes arrival home shed
asked him : Have you quit your job yet?
Now Duncan
had no crew left. He just scratched his head and said, Whys
everybody mad at me, anyway? Whyd Buck bless me out like that?
Theyre the ones who were goofin off on the job, and
slothfulness is a sin. Aw...to heck with em all! I can do
just fine without em, and I wont have to pay no wages,
neither!
Well, yall
can guess real quick how that plan panned out. In short order Splatter
Brothers Paint Company went belly up.
At church,
Pearl tried to apologize to one sister shed been close to
in earlier years. She found it awkward, as if the words stuck in
her throat, as if it were agonizing to mention the upheaval caused
by her husband. Her eyes were poignant with fathomless pain. But
it was not she who should be blamed. It was Duncans duty to
own up to his sins, which he was much too proud to do.
Forgiveness
must sometimes be conditional. Jesus said in Luke 17:3: If (thy
brother) repent, forgive him. In no case should we stop loving the
other person, but true reconciliation is a two-way transaction.
If the rascal is determined not to ask forgiveness, maintaining
genuine fellowship with him is impossible.
So what if
your brother refuses to listen to reason? Remember,
Duncan had defrauded a church elder too. Wayne was such a sweet,
patient saint, who daily lived what he preached. Duncan didnt
care where his affluence came from, even if it came out of other
mens mouths. Jesus instructed His disciples that if the offender
refuses to listen to a privately spoken rebuke, he is to be publicly
censured by the church (Matthew 18:15-17). If he still refuses to
listen, he is to be treated as an unbeliever, rather than a brother.
I honestly
believe the pastor was patient with Duncan because Pearl had always
been one of the saintliest pillars of our church, and he didnt
want to hurt her. She had quite enough to bear, living with that
man. If it werent for the beautiful children she had, she
might have wished she could go back to her former life as a poorer
woman who had to depend solely on her holy, harmless Saviour.
Not content
with the unrepented-of discord he sowed among the brethren, dastardly
Duncan concocted an even more brilliant scheme several years later:
quit working to support his big family and go back to college. Poor
Pearl was up to her neck in diapers and dishes and had four children
under the age of six.
So what
do you think of goin back to work so I can study to be a history
prof? Duncan proposed to her. Itd only be temporary,
of course; that is, unless you really enjoy the job and want to
keep on workin.
There were
practical considerations. Her mouth quivered with strain. How, she
asked, could they possibly afford child care for four small children?
That alone would eat up all her take-home pay.
Oh,
youll think of somethin, he breezily said. Youre
a smart gal. But my dream will never come true without your help.
If you truly love Jesus, youll submit. Remember how Brother
Barry said a good wife would even jump off a cliff if her husband
told her to.
Pearl knew
only God could deliver her from having to leave her family in day
care they could never afford. Her little babies needed her. She
prayed her heart out for a miracle.
The good Lord
works in mysterious ways. It wasnt long Duncans uncle
went to his eternal reward. Even before the body was cold the will
was read, and guess who got a big slab of the pie? Problem solved.
Pearl could stay home with the kids, and Duncan could be a schoolboy
again.
At the gravesite
service, Duncan hid his face behind his sleeve. Hes
breaking down, whispered one of the mourners, and hes
just too dignified to let us see him cry.
Once the minister
finished his long-winded eulogy and committed the departeds
soul to God, Duncan hasted away to be alone with his thoughts. This
really hit him hard, said his elderly aunt. I never realized
Duncan and Lester were that close.
Pearl caught
up with Duncan. Instead of tears, she saw a grin as wide as the
state of Texas. You look so peaceful, Duncan, she said.
You must be happy for Uncle Lester, just knowing his sufferings
are over, and hes with Jesus now.
Oh,
it aint just that, Duncan sniffed. That ol
guy taught me more about love in the cemetery than I learned in
the seminary. Greater love hath no uncle than this, than that he
lay down his life savings for dear ol Duncan.
No way. In the long run, sinners cant be winners. If ol Duncans still alive and kickin at the time of the Rapture and hasnt repented yet, the end of this story is still up for grabs. There are only two (2) possible outcomes. YOU pick one of these endings. According to the Bible, Greedy hasnt got much chance of surviving the Great Tribulation. 1. Greedy grabs his last chance to escape hell by the skin of his teeth. 2. Greedys still as stubborn as a mule, and hang the consequences.
GREEDY SEES THE LIGHT (FINALLY) Worst message I ever heard, sighed Duncan, as he and Pearl turned in for the night. We musta been crazy to go with Jim and Julie to that tent meetin. That preacher hollerin about how easy it is to lose your salvation, and my word, sayin theres only one load goin up in the Rapture. He did have a zeal for holiness, said Pearl. But its also important to be grounded in the grace of God. The way I see it, Pearl, my Bible says: God is Love. Once saved, always saved. Sure, Ive made a few human mistakes, but thats all water under the bridge. How longs it been, now? Forty years? I know God dont hold grudges. There just wasnt enough love in that preacher, or he wouldnta been so hard on us. Pearl winced, as if the memory were a recent one. Did you ever make things right with any of those brothers you painted with, Duncan? Shoot, no. After the church broke up, all of us scattered to the four winds. They all knew I was only kiddin. Did you ever ask Jesus to forgive you? What for? Things were real tight in them days, and a guy had to make a decent livin. Jesus understands, and if He doesnt, my theologys gone haywire somewhere. Pearl sighed, but said nothing. She knew how useless it was to reason with old Duncan. He was just too set in his ways. I better get some shut-eye, Pearl. Weve got a big day tomorrow. Weve got a whole passel of grandkids comin to spend the day. How wonderful, Pearl smiled, but wed better get all rested up for that. Good night, Pearl. Good night, Duncan. The lights went out. Next morning Duncans eyes opened with a start. Hard sheets of rain were splattering the windows,and the thunder was making a mighty commotion. Oddly enough, it was almost dark outside, though it was 9 a.m. Funny, Duncan thought, squinting and focusing on his alarm clock, which was on Pearls empty side of the bed. Pearl shoulda woke me up too. I was gonna take the whole gang out to the zoo, but theyll probably decide not to come over today. Weird weather. It was bright as a bell yesterday. Hey, wheres she at anyhow? Im hungry. Even a retired teacher gets hungry as a bear... Yawning, he got out of bed and put on his slippers. He called down the stairs: Pearl? Pearl, honey, have you got breakfast goin yet? I hope youre makin them buttermilk biscuits! M-m-m-m! With golden honey, but nothins as sweet as you! Silence. Where is that gal anyway? muttered Duncan, stumbling down the stairs. He took a big whiff. Burnin bacon. That aint like her to burn my breakfast. But why wont she answer? He hurried to go see what was cooking. Black smoke drifted through the kitchen shutters over the buffet counter. Oh, my lord! cried Duncan. Somethins on fire! He raced to the stove and threw water on the grease fire in the bacon skillet. It only made it worse. No, no no! he shouted. Wait! You throw a blanket on a grease fire! Thats it! He looked round, but there wasnt a big enough piece of cloth. It was then he glanced down and saw Pearls crumpled bath robe. Not stopping to think, he used it to extinguish the blaze. Finally he could draw a breath of relief and let himself wonder why it had been lying on the floor in the first place. That wasnt all. Her pajamas were down there too. It hit him. Pearl! he called crossly. This aint funny now! It aint like you to pull pranks, and it aint even April Fools day! Wherere you at, anyway? It was unearthly quiet. Heart pounding, Duncan went to the living room and flicked on the TV to the News Network. A special bulletin was in progress. A news correspondent stood in the middle of a street, where two cars were burning, and people were running amok. He was hardly able to talk straight, and appeared to be in tears. People were running wild, calling out a cacophony of names. One man rushed past the reporter, carrying a computer looted from a shop whose owner had disappeared. Were they abducted by terrorists using some secret weapon unknown to all of humankind except a handful of conspirators? wondered the reporter. Duncan needed no further convincing. He sank to his knees. Oh, Lord Jesus, its happened! Brother Parsons was right after all! He wasnt the crazy one, it was all those others who told me Id get to heaven no matter what! But what he said was true! Without holiness no man shall see the Lord, and no covetous man hath any inheritance in the Kingdom of God! Ive lied to myself all these years about the grace of God! He began to weep. Duncan finally confessed those sins hed hung onto for so many years. He barely made it through half the Great Tribulation before he was martyred by agents of Antichrist for his faith. In heaven he reconciled with saints he knew long ago, and wondered why he hadnt repented of his wicked ways decades before. It was then he grasped the true meaning of agape love.
OMEGA
Glad we decided not to go, said Duncan, as he and Pearl turned in for the night. We woulda been crazy to go with Jim and Julie to that tent meetin. That preacher thinks its real easy lose your salvation, somebody said, and he thinks theres only one load goin up in the Rapture. He must have a zeal for holiness, said Pearl. But its also important to be grounded in the grace of God. The way I see it, Pearl, my Bible says: God is Love. Once saved, always saved. Sure, Ive made a few human mistakes, but thats all water under the bridge. How longs it been, now? Forty years? I know God dont hold grudges. There just aint no love in a preacher who hollers hellfire and damnation. Thats verbal abuse and politically incorrect, you know. Pearl winced, as if the memory were a recent one. Did you ever make things right with any of those brothers you painted with, Duncan? Shoot, no. After the church broke up, all of us scattered to the four winds. They all knew I was only kiddin. Did you ever ask Jesus to forgive you? What for? Things were real tight in them days, and a guy had to make a decent livin. Jesus understands, and if He doesnt, Hes never walked a mile in my shoes. Pearl sighed, but said nothing. She knew how useless it was to reason with old Duncan. He was just too set in his ways. I better get some shut-eye, Pearl. Weve got a big day tomorrow. Weve got a big passel of grandkids comin to spend the day. How wonderful, Pearl smiled, but wed better get all rested up for that. Good night, Pearl. Good night, Duncan. The lights went out. Next morning Duncans eyes opened with a start. Hard sheets of rain were splattering the windows,and the thunder was making a mighty commotion. Oddly enough, it was almost dark outside, though it was 9 a.m. Funny, Duncan thought, squinting and focusing on his alarm clock, which was on Pearls empty side of the bed. Pearl shoulda woke me up too. I was gonna take the whole gang out to the zoo, but theyll probably decide not to come over today. Weird weather. It was bright as a bell yesterday. Hey, wheres she at anyhow? Im hungry. Even a retired teacher gets hungry as a bear... Yawning, he got out of bed and put on his slippers. He called down the stairs: Pearl? Pearl, honey, have you got breakfast goin yet? I hope youre makin them buttermilk biscuits! M-m-m-m! With golden honey, but nothins as sweet as you! Silence. Where is that gal anyway? muttered Duncan, stumbling down the stairs. He took a big whiff. Burnin bacon. That aint like her to burn my breakfast. But why wont she answer? He hurried to go see what was cooking. Black smoke drifted through the kitchen shutters over the buffet counter. Oh, my lord! cried Duncan. Somethins on fire! He raced to the stove and threw water on the grease fire in the bacon skillet. It only made it worse. No, no no! he shouted. Wait! You throw a blanket on a grease fire! Thats it! He looked round, but there wasnt a big enough piece of cloth. It was then he glanced down and saw Pearls crumpled bath robe. Not stopping to think, he used it to extinguish the blaze. Finally he could draw a breath of relief and let himself wonder why it had been lying on the floor in the first place. That wasnt all. Her pajamas were down there too. It hit him. Pearl! he called crossly. This aint funny now! It aint like you to pull pranks, and it aint even April Fools day! Wherere you at, anyway? It was unearthly quiet. Heart pounding, Duncan went to the living room and flicked on the TV to the News Network. A special bulletin was in progress. A news correspondent stood in the middle of a street, where two cars were burning, and people were running amok. He was hardly able to talk straight, and appeared to be in tears. People were running wild, calling out a cacophony of names. One man rushed past the reporter, carrying a computer looted from a shop whose owner had disappeared. Were they abducted by terrorists using some secret weapon unknown to all of humankind except a handful of conspirators? wondered the reporter. Duncan needed no further convincing as to what had transpired. He turned red as a beet. Thats a thankless way to treat me, God! he shouted. After all the years I studied at seminary, and never did get to pastor a church! After all the tithe money I dumped into offerin plates, and what I coulda done with it! Alla them clothes I donated to the Salvation Army, and I coulda sold em at a big yard sale! All the times I read Bible stories to four kids instead of watchin TV! All the long years I said no to the devil and lived a decent life as a family man! And why in blazes did You lead me on the way you did? My Uncle Lester died just so You could bless me and give me a new start in life! Didnt You say: The wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just? I know Uncle Lester was a churchgoer, but he chewed tobacco! He even lost his temper, just like Buck did! I sorta thought You were makin it up to me for the way Buck badmouthed me in front of those other guys! Duncan began to sob. All these years I lived the good life! I taught history and retired with a good pension! Pearl and I went to church conventions, had lots of good friends! Both of us taught Sunday School! All of our kids had a happy life, and their kids too! Not once did You ever warn me I wasnt good enough for the Rapture! Strangely enough, Duncan couldnt stop thinking of Buck, a man he hadnt seen in decades. What would he know! hollered Duncan. Isnt smokin and cussin a sin? If anything I did was all that bad, seems like You woulda kept me poor to teach me a lesson, or sent down an angel to warn me! Wild with fury, Duncan ran out in the rain. It was not the gentle, refreshing rain of past early autumn days, but a relentless, pounding rain driven by gale-force winds. Trash blew through Duncans back yard. He watched helplessly as the rain turned to tiny hailstones which pummeled his tomato plants. But despite the bad weather, people were pouring out of their houses and crying hysterically for missing loved ones; moaning in fathomless dread because they had been left behind to face earths most tragic period in history: the Great Tribulation. Duncan stood under an oak tree, shaking his fist to the heavens, as sirens wailed in the neighborhood. His ears filled with the roars of a storm which had barely begun. His protestations to the Almighty grew ever more bitter, reflecting the stark tragedy spoken of by the Apostle Peter: The spiritual state of a hardened backslider turns out to be far worse than it was before his conversion. Such a one would have been far better off never to have known Christs Narrow Way to Life than to have renounced Christs Lordship and lose his own soul. A heavy bough snapped off the old oak tree after a particularly nasty lightning strike. Duncan said no more. He blacked out. Once again he smelled smoke. He felt himself being dragged down, down down, beneath the surface of the earth until he reached a yawning black abyss. Someone was waiting for him at the entrance to a vast cavern, filled with leaping flames and indescribably terrifying apparitions. How horrible, to hear that voice again: GREEDY, AH WANNA SEE YEW! Boy, drawled a grumpy-looking old acquaintance, ah got an old score to settle with yew. Listen, stuttered Duncan, if its about my painting... Thats the reason Im down heah, the spectre growled. Because of what yew painted. When ah first met yew, yew tried to get me to visit at yore church. Said yew was a Christian and all. Well, ah got to talkin with muh buddy about yew, and he told me about that ol train station. Seems his boy was hangin around outside the depot that day yew told yore men how to do a quick slap-jack job and high-tail it with the cash befo anybody was the wiser. Ah heard other stories about yew, too. Greedy was really sweating now. Like what? About this gal who cried when yore cheap paint rinsed off in the rain. Well, boy, youll NEVAH have to worry about rain washin yore slop off down HEAH! Ah shore do hate yore guts, Greedy. Duncan couldnt duck out of that one. But you could have accepted Christ, like anybody else, he whimpered. You know that. Now yew see heah, Greedy. Yew told me Christ was the Lord of yore business, didnt yew? Uh...yeah, I did say that. Well, after yew painted yore sorry picture of how a Christian operates, ah decided ahd best take muh chances down heah. END OF GREEDYS GRAVY TRAIN
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