Hearing Jesus (Seeing Jesus Book 2) by Jones Jeffrey McClain

Author:Jones, Jeffrey McClain [Jones, Jeffrey McClain]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: John 14:12 Publications
Published: 2015-07-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

CHURCH

That Saturday night ended a bit early. Once again, Gladys’s body cried out for time to recover from the emotional calisthenics led by Jesus. And, once again, she slept very soundly, straight through the night. She woke a bit later than usual on Sunday morning, with bright sunlight angling through her bedroom window from the south and east. That parallelogram of light illuminated a thin flurry of dust particles. The house was still waiting to be aired out in the approaching spring breezes. That Palm Sunday promised to be warmer than any Sunday yet that year. The prospect of a spring-like Palm Sunday, and the shock of the lateness of the hour, sprung Gladys from her bed.

She threw her covers off and swung her feet around. She waited a few seconds for her blood to catch up to the renewed activity, and then she startled at the sound of laughter from the living room.

“Oh!” she said. “I almost forgot you were still here.”

Jesus came to the door of her room. She was looking at him over one shoulder, her sleepy hair plumed like a fancy rooster.

“What were you laughing about?” Gladys said, sliding her feet into her slippers.

“I was enjoying the service at your church.”

Gladys stopped reaching for her robe and checked the clock again. “It hasn’t started yet. You scared me. I thought it was even later than it is.”

“Oh, you’re fine. You’ll make it to Sunday School, no problem.” His quiet eyes and dancing smile reassured her as much as his words.

“So how could you already be enjoying the service?” She pulled her robe on, some morning stiffness in her hands slowing her down a bit.

“You have to remember that, you’re seeing me as if I’m only standing here, in your house, right now. That’s actually just a trick. I’m in lots more places, and many more times, than just this one that you’re in. Every time is right now for me, and every place is here.”

Gladys didn’t mean to scowl at the Son of God, but it was early, and he was digging a pretty deep well for an old lady who barely finished high school. That’s what she was thinking.

As she came out of her room, Jesus eased an arm around her shoulders and walked with her to the kitchen. She got the giggles thinking about walking with Jesus to the kitchen like that, arm in arm.

“How about some eggs and bacon this morning?” she said, her voice rising for the grand gesture of something more than toast and juice for breakfast.

“Bacon?” Jesus said. “Gladdy, don’t you know that I’m Jewish?”

Gladys dropped her arm from Jesus’s waist and looked concerned. But her arched brows and startled eyes relaxed when she saw the boyish grin return to Jesus’s face.

He laughed. “Sounds great!” And his voice somehow reminded Gladys of that cartoon tiger who sells breakfast cereal. But, that was probably also because it was early and she was extra hungry.

She did manage to cook that special breakfast, and get cleaned up and dress, in time to make it to Sunday school.

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