Nosey is Good
I can be rather nosey. But it’s worth it when you hear what I heard earlier today at a friend’s place. My friend has just moved from the shelter a week ago, and is getting himself set up.
So, I drove to his apartment to make sure he would be home tomorrow night as my hubby and son are picking up a mattress and box spring for him.
I knocked, and then hollered. “It’s Pam. Are you there?”
Cracking the door open, he answered, “Let me get my shirt.”
I stepped into the living room, and he disappeared to the back. Thus, I saw his opened Bible on the coffee table and heard the preacher speaking from the boom box by the coffee table.
The words went something like this. “When God seems to not hear you, and you think He’s stopped caring, remember He is with you.”
My friend returned wearing a shirt, and I missed what the preacher said next. But my friend asked, “Ms. Pam, what brings you by?”
Nosey is Helpful
“Remember when I brought the comforter and sheets the other night, well, I thought you already had a bed. A friend of a friend had one, so I have chased it down for you. We’re picking it up tomorrow night. Will you be here?”
“Yes, ma’am. I will make sure of it.” He rubbed his face as if he had more to say.
So, I began my quizzing. “Were you going to ask me something?”
“I hate to bother. But is there any way you could bring me some Comet for my toilet?”
“Of course. I’ll get it now.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “And you know that clock you got me, so I would know the time? Well, it runs on batteries not electricity.”
“My goodness I had no idea. I’m so sorry. I’ll buy a bunch of batteries too.”
“And I could use some “Fabulosa” cleanser. Would you mind getting that too? It makes everything smell so good.”
Before I answered, and as I tried to remember what “Fabulosa” cleanser is, the radio echoed, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”
My friend’s hand went to his heart, and we both stared at the boom box. He spoke, “I tend to fret, Ms. Pam. I needed to hear what he just said.”
“Maybe we both needed to hear that.” Moving to the door, I turned back to look at him. “I’ll be right back.“
He picked up his Bible. “These … these words, they get me through.”
Nosey Can Be Dangerous
I nodded. “Those are the most important ‘words’ we can read and apply in our life.”
“You’re right, Ms. Pam. Can’t read it enough.”
As I left his apartment and before the door closed, I heard my friend speak, but it wasn’t to me. It was to the Lord. He was singing a song in a low voice which caused me to lean on the door.
I probably shouldn’t have done that, because the door swung open as he sang, “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound…” And that’s when I thumped to the floor with a heavy thud.
Standing, I acted like falling was normal. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so nosey. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s okay. But if you wanted to sing with me. You could just ask.” He grinned, trying not to laugh at me, but it was too late. We both broke out in laughter like little kids!
As I think about this outing, the fragrance coming from my friend’s apartment is one filled with many lessons like: Do I use my Bible at home alone? Do I listen to preaching for extra learning? Do I sing for God alone in my house? Is praise something that comes natural? Who am I, when no one is listening? Or looking? Or leaning on the door?
Because in this apartment, I heard thanksgiving and praise, along with the preaching and I saw an opened Bible! What a great combination! And that my friend, is fab-u-los-a!