Frances approached the church cautiously...
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Frances approached the church cautiously. She had arrived in town a few hours ago, hungry, tired and completely penniless. She really didn't know where to turn, never having been quite so desperate. But from a brighter past that grew dim in her present darkness, she recalled stories she had heard, back when she actually belonged to a church herself -- stories about Jesus bringing comfort to the poor. Well, she certainly qualified as poor. And she would find extraordinary comfort in something to eat. The church seemed like the logical place to come. And yet, she couldn't get over the sense that church was only for "nice folks," and she knew she didn't qualify -- not anymore. But the gnawing emptiness in her gut overcame her trepidations. Quietly she opened the door and entered. A woman seated behind a sliding glass window asked, "May I help you?" Frances fought the urge to run back outside. "I, uh, well, I ... I'm HUNGRY!" Frances stammered, startling herself with the volume of her statement. "I'm hungry," she repeated more softly, "and I ... I don't have any money for food." "Oh," said the glassed-in woman. "You need the food closet." "Food closet?" Frances questioned. "I guess that's right; I need food ...." "Yes, that would be the food closet," the woman replied. "Come back on Tuesday." "I beg your pardon?" Frances questioned in disbelief. "I said," the woman repeated in a slower, firmer voice, "Come back on Tuesday. We only give out groceries from the food closet on Tuesdays." "But this is only Friday!" Frances protested. "That's right," the woman answered. "No groceries today. Come back on Tuesday." Weak with hunger and saddened beyond imagining, Frances turned to go, realizing she had been right about the church after all. -- Fannin
