Are you ready to write in Truth?
I have been reading and praying this morning for the grace to be real & transparent with my Lord Jesus and you.
So, I’m sitting here reading and I read this little story. It’s a long excerpt from Jesse’s book. I’m confident he won’t care if I share his story. I can only pray I can be this real in my books: fiction and non-fiction. I suggest you check your offense at the door…
“Being Instant in Season and Out!
I don’t know about you, but I find that I use spiritual phrases when I’m talking. I don’t even think twice to say “Praise God!” or “Hallelujah!” if I’m in a restaurant. If people think I’m strange, it’s no sweat off my back. When I was in the world I didn’t care if you heard me cuss. Now that I’m saved, I don’t care if you hear me praise. Pride is out the window when it comes to that. My pride comes from knowing God! It’s only in God that I can boast. He gives me something to shout about!
That is why I’m not embarrassed to let people know that Jesus Christ rules and reigns in my life. I love to pray over my food. I don’t mind doing it loud. When waitresses come to the table, I love to say, “Would you like to pray over the food?” I love to see their faces. They go, “Ba, ba, ba, ba.” Sometimes I’ll say, “You’ll get a good tip.” They get nervous and fumble over their words.
Honestly, I’ve hardly ever had a waiter or waitress take me up on it. Mostly they just laugh nervously and thank me kindly. I end up teasing them to make the situation more comfortable. Still, I like to make them think a little. Come to think of it, the only time I can remember a waitress taking me up on my offer was in a greasy-spoon diner years ago. I’ll never forget it.
It was one of those joints where they serve cholesterol by the pound. And the place was packed. This crazy waitress came walking up to the table where a pastor friend and I had just sat down. She was chomping on a mouthful of bubble gum, smacking with her mouth wide open and smiling at us as she approached the table. The woman looked like she was chewing tobacco! Her cheek was all bulged out and in my mind I could see her spewing a big black spitball on the floor. It was kind of funny.
“Ya’ll know what ya’ll want?” she asked as she threw down a table’s worth of forks and knives. I looked down at the flatware and she said, “Pass ’em out!”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. Bless God, I never set a table before! Guess this was my night. So boy, I laid those forks and knives out as neat and orderly as I could, looked up at her when I finished and asked, “Whatcha got?”
“Everything,” she said, smacking.
That’s everything greasy, I thought. But I’m gonna die with a smile on my face!
I’ll never forget that old girl. She reminded me of that red-headed waitress Flo on that old TV show in the 1970s, “Alice.” Do you remember that show? Flo had this big beehive hairdo and chomped on gum all the time. Anyway, this waitress reminded me of Flo, with her gum and her pen scribbling down orders on a tiny white pad.
Back then, I ate just about everything fried and with extra cheese. (I hadn’t gotten a revelation about the connections between lard and sickness yet. Neither had the rest of the world.) So when the waitress asked what we wanted to eat I ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a plastic cup of Tab, the most bitter-tasting diet cola on the market at the time. Oh, yeah. I had to have a diet cola.
When our order was up, she slid those white platters of fat right on the table in front of us, hunkered down on the wad in her mouth and hollered, “Anything else?”
“Would you like to say the blessing?” I asked smiling, convinced that she would freak out. But this woman looked right at me, slurped up her gum juice and brazenly hollered, “Bow your heads!”
I was the one freaking out. I couldn’t believe it! Between the gum-smacking and the breath-sucking, the “Thank ya, Jesus!” and the “Amen!” our food was blessed! And when she was finished, she just smiled at us and walked off.”
Excerpt From: Duplantis, Jesse. “God Is Not Enough, He’s Too Much!.” Harrison House, 2012-01-03T22:34:16+00:00. iBooks.
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