The Letter

Ruth went to her letterbox and there was only one letter. She picked it up. She looked at it before opening it, but then she noticed that the envelope had no stamp and no postmark … only her name and address.

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth,

I'll be in your neighbourhood on Saturday afternoon and I'd like to visit you.

Love as always,

Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to nip down town and buy something for dinner."

She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Four pounds 40p. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried to the shops. A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk ... leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve pence to last her until Monday. Nevertheless, she felt good as she headed home; her meagre offerings tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady … can you help us, please?"

Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in an alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. "Look lady, I haven't got a job, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street and, well, it's getting cold and we're rather hungry. If you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.

"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have are a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."

"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."

The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and they headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!"

The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her bag of groceries.

"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"

"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.

"You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street ... without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.

"Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her letterbox.

"That's odd. The postman doesn't usually come twice in one day." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth,

It was so good to see you again.

Thank you for the lovely meal.

And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love as always,

Jesus

The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.