Mister God is Poor
The bright morning
sun streamed through the living room's window. It was a quiet early
spring morning. Mom was peacefully asleep upstairs, worn from an
exhaustive week of work. To pay the bills, to pay the rent. It was
just mom and I, I never knew dad, but I knew of him, by the many
pictures of him that adorned mom's scratched bureau in her small
bedroom. At times I would peek into her doorway, catching sight
of her with tears in her eyes, quietly worshipping his memory.
I was young and most innocent stretching on my tip toes to catch
sight of the beautiful suburban morning outside the living room's
window. In front, at the curb, where the tin garbage cans usually
stood awaiting the loyal garbage man to ease their gouging pain,
sat a man, a lonely man, in a tattered gray overcoat. His hair was
long and dark, at his side, a stuffed green plastic bag. He slowly
turned glancing back in my direction. Our eyes met in wonder. My
first thought, I know that man! That's the man in the picture in
mommy's bedroom. That's the man with his heart outside his body,
that's God! Mommy always told me that man in the picture was God,
there he is.
found my heart breaking, thinking. Poor! God, he looks so
hungry and alone. God is good to all people mommy said, he
needs help. I quickly remembered the collection of bills and
coins I had saved for so long, for mom, the greatest mom in
the world, to buy her the most special gift she would love
and cherish forever. I truly wanted to show her how much I
truly loved her.
The bills were well hidden in my bedroom, hidden so well,
no one could ever find them, including the F.B.I. I did feel
so sad with the thought of giving it away, for mom was deserving
of every penny. But I also knew the extent of mom's kindness,
and I knew she would be extra happy to know I used the money
to help God.
I raced to the top
of the hardwood stairs covered with a thin film of dust. At the
top, straight ahead, I leaped through the doorway of my bedroom.
I bounced like a ball across my soft bed landing feet first on the
other side. I quickly grabbed the loose handle of my closet door
without effort it swung open. I eagerly pushed through all obstacles
coming upon the jar containing my small fortune. Struggling to twist
open its lid, my face red with exertion, it gave way surrendering
its prize. I slowly reached in, pulling forward its contents. Three
crumbled dollar bills with countless pennies, a fortune in my eyes,
a lifetime of savings.
I quickly raced back down the steep staircase, I charged across
the living room's red rug reaching the front door with my strongest
tug it sprang open. There, sitting on the curb, sat God. All alone,
he stared down to the cracked asphalt street. I slowly walked towards
him in the hope to not startle him, as I approached I wondered what
to say. He heard my approaching footsteps and slowly turned. Our
eyes once again met, he looked just like the picture in mommy's
bedroom. I quickly looked to see if maybe his heart was sticking
out of his chest, he was wearing a heavy sweat shirt and I thought
maybe it was hidden beneath it.
God had the saddest eyes I had ever seen, they seemed to look right
through me. His smile was a warm one, it gave me a warm feeling,
like mom's hug when she tucks me in at night. "Mister God,
are you hungry?" I asked softly, "Cause if you are, I
have some money for you so she can get some hamburgers or Big Macs
at Mc Donald's. Mommy says you help a lot of people, so now I'm
going to help you. I reached into my pocket and emptied every dollar
and last penny into his outstretched hand. He again smiled accepting
my gift with a slow nod of his head.
"Thank you! God, for helping my mom," I blurted, "For
she has only me." Quickly running back through my front door
I pushed it tightly closed behind me. I ran once again to the living
room's window, stretching once again on my tip toes I hoped to catch
a parting glimpse of God. Glancing to the curb, he was gone.
That night, mom was quoting from her bible as she so often did,
she mentioned a few lines which surprised me. "For I was hungry
and you gave me to eat, I was alone and you stood by my side, now
enter into the home of my father."
I never told mom exactly what occurred that day, but I remember
how sad I felt hearing her quote these words. My only thought was
just how sad I had felt for God. Poor! God I thought, he probably
lost his home, I guess owning the world became too expensive? It
became just too hard to pay his bills. My only hope was that someday
God would return to my neighborhood, because if he did, I would
introduce him to my mom. Mom would be so happy and let him stay
as long as he wanted. God and mom would get married, and we would
be one whole happy family again.
Contributing Story Teller
Daniel Jay Mc Shane