Once in a small farming town in Oklahoma,
there lived a poor fourth grade boy
named Andy, who would follow this route
to school everyday.
He had to cross the rugged plains and a
dangerous highway where vehicles recklessly
drove to and fro. Once past this highway,
the boy would take a short cut by
passing by the Church every morning
just to say hi to Jesus,
and faithfully say his morning prayers.
He was being watched by the pastor
who always found the boy's sincerity
and innocence so uplifting in the morning.
"Hello Andy, How are you today",
he would say greeting the child.
"I'm fine Pastor Thompson, How are you?"
he would say flashing his innocent grin.
Seeing the way that Andy went to school
the pastor was so concerned
one day he talked to him.
"From school", he advised
"do not cross the highway alone,
you can pass through the Church
and then I will accompany you to
the other side of the road that way
I can see that you get home safe."
"Thank you Pastor."
"Why don't you go straight home;
why do you stay in this
church right after school?"
Andy replied, "I just want to say
"Hi" to my friend, Jesus,"
so the pastor would leave the boy
to spend time praying by himself
beside the altar, but one day out of
curiosity he hid behind the altar
to listen to what this boy had to say.
"You know my math exam was
pretty bad today, but I did not cheat,
although my seat mate was bullying
me for notes. You know, Dad's had a bad
farming season so far this year
so we don't have much food but I
ate some bread and drank my water.
Thank you for this!
I saw a poor kitten who was hungry
and I know how he feels so I gave
some of my bread to him.
Funny but I am not that hungry.
Look, this is my last pair of shoes,
I may have to walk barefoot next week.
You see this is about to be broken,
but it is okay because at least
I am still able to go to school.
Some say we will have a hard season
this month and some of my classmates
have had to stop going to school
to help with the farms.
Please help them get to school again,
Oh, you know, Dad hit me again,
it is painful, but I know this
pain will pass away, at least
I still have a Dad. You want to see
my bruises? I know you can heal them
here, here and oh blood. I guess you
knew about this one, huh?
Please don't be mad at Dad,
he is just tired and worries
about putting food on our table
and my schooling that is why he hits me.
Oh, I think I am in love. There's this pretty
girl in my class her name is Anita.
Do you think she will like me?
Anyway, at least I know you will always
like me and I don't have to be anybody just
to please you. You are my very best friend!
Hey your birthday is just one week from now!
Aren't you excited? I am!
Wait till you see I have a gift for you
but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it!
Oops, I have to go."
Then he stood up and calls out,
"Pastor, I am finished talking to my friend.
Can you accompany me to the other side of
the road now"? This routine happened everyday.
Andy never failed to visit the church.
Pastor Thompson shared this every Sunday to the
people in his church because he had never
before seen such pure faith and trust in God,
and such a very positive outlook
in such negative circumstances.
The day before Christmas, Pastor Thompson
became very ill and was sent to the hospital.
The Church was left to a substitute Pastor
who had little patience for children or for any
interruptions in his work. He would not smile
and could always find fault in what other
people were doing. On Christmas Day
he was in the Pastor's Study when Andy,
coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed
into the church calling, "Hi Jesus!"
"Who are you child and what are you doing in
here", the pastor yelled out angrily.
Poor Andy was so terrified. "Where's Pastor
Thompson? He always helps me cross the
street and not only that, I have to greet
Jesus it's His birthday, I have a gift right here."
Just as he was about to get the gift
out of his shirt, the pastor grabbed
Andy by the shoulder and pushed him out
the door of the church. "I cannot be
bothered right now I am preparing my
sermon for the Christmas service tonight.
Also, next time be more reverent when you
come into the church", the man yelled
as he closed the door behind Andy.
So the boy had no choice but to cross the
dangerous side of the road in front of
the church by himself. As he crossed
a fast moving bus came in. There was a blind
curve. The boy was protecting his gift
inside his shirt, so he was not looking.
There was so little time. Andy died on the spot.
Several people crowded around the body
of the poor, lifeless, young boy.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man
appeared in a pure white shirt and pants,
a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full
of tears. He came and carried the boy in
His arms and He was crying. Curious bystanders
nudged the man in white, and asked,
"Excuse me sir, are you related to the child?
Do you know him?" The man in white, His face
mourning and in agony, answered,
"He was my best friend." was all he said.
He took the badly wrapped gift from the shirt
of the lifeless boy, and placed it near his
heart. He stood up and carried the boy away
and they both disappeared from sight.
The crowd was curious but learned nothing
more. On New Years Eve, when Pastor Thompson
returned home from the hospital he learned
of the shocking news. He went to visit
Andy's parents, and to ask them about
the man in white he had been told about.
He consulted the parents of Andy.
"How did you first learn of your son's death?"
"A man in white brought him here."
Sobbed the mother. "What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything.
He was mourning. We do not know him
and yet he was very lonely at our son's death,
as if he knew our son very well.
But there was something peaceful and
unexplainable about him. He gave me my son,
and then he smiled peacefully. He rubbed
my son's hair away from his face and
kissed him on his forehead, then
he whispered something..."
"What did he say?" "He said to my boy"
the father began, "Thank you for the gift.
I will see you soon. You will be with Me."
and the father of the boy continued,
"and you know for a while, it felt so
wonderful. I cried, but I do not know
why all I know is I cried tears of joy.
I could not explain it, but when
that man left, something peaceful came
over me, I felt a deep sense of love
inside. I could not explain the joy
in my heart, I know my boy is in heaven now
but tell me, who was this man that
my son talked to everyday in your church?
You should know because you are always there
except at the time of his death."
Pastor Thompson suddenly felt the tears
welling in his eyes, with trembling knees,
he murmured, "He was talking to Jesus
his best Friend."
~~ Author Unknown ~~
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