“I don’t care what you have to do, Mr. Cravachek, I want that front lawn mowed and raked today. Either see that it is done or do it yourself. Do I make myself clear? You are not the first nor will you be the last associate pastor I have hired and fired.” Pastor Rooge exclaimed in anger. The small church was known for it’s humanitarian work during the Christmas Holidays and during times of community disasters.
Pastor Rooge was a very demanding man who was a third generation minister. His father was a God’s Brigade pastor until his death in 1978 and was a very harsh man with rigid ways like his son. Many days Pastor Norman Rooge would become angry and without warning lash out. As Robert Cravachek carried out his assignment, his heart was heavy. When he had applied for entrance in the God’s Brigade seminary, he felt led to be a pastor that would make a difference. He felt that his calling was of God, but since coming here to this small outpost, Pastor Rooge had all but broken his spirit. Time and time again Robert had seen Pastor Rooge lose his temper and lash out at his employees uncontrollably. How could God tolerate such a man calling himself a man of God when his heart seemed so cold? This question would have to be left to the Lord since Robert knew he must be obedient to the governing structure of the church to complete his internship here.
Pastor Rooge walked briskly down the freshly painted white hallway to his plush office to call the church accountant about the balance in the indigent account. If the budget would allow, he planned to transfer funds he considered surplus to the transportation fund. After all, that van he was driving was five years old and it was high time he looked into something with a little more comfort for his long trips to headquarters in Atlanta. As he lifted the receiver there was a knock on the archway of his office door. “Pastor, excuse me but we have a young married couple in my office that are stranded here on their way to a job in Florida. They have a two-month old son with them and they have not eaten since yesterday. Is their anyway we can help them sir?” humbly asked the associate Pastor Cravachek. “I told you there were no more funds for this month Mr. Cravachek. Obviously you do not chose to listen to me.” Yelled the half-startled Pastor. “But sir, these young people have a young child that must be cared for. Are we not supposed to show our fellow man compassion and help them as Jesus would help them?” replied the now frustrated associate. “Mr. Cavachek, when we set up this fund you were told how much we were to give out per month. We met that obligation today at 10:00 am and are not in a position to give out one dime more. Now I am busy and one more word will get you a letter of insubordination to Atlanta. Do I make myself clear?” said Pastor Rooge as he shook with fury. “Yes sir, Pastor Rooge, I am sorry to have bothered you sir.” Was the weak reply of Robert as he turned and walked away taking his wallet from his back pocket and removed the only money he had to give to the needy couple.
Robert could not believe his ears. Pastor Rooge professed to be such a great man of God and yet on Christmas Eve he did not even try to help these poor people, these way ward children of the Lord. Robert gave the small bills to the couple and told them of a house he knew of that was a dry place to stay until he could do the paper work. He would come down and get them when Pastor Rooge was gone. One day he thought, one day Pastor Rooge will be held accountable for the greed and coldness he displays. One day this man will have to give an account of his life and God will be his judge. But today Robert was going to help these people and then rush home to his young bride and daughter. After all, it was Christmas Eve and on his meager salary there was barely enough to have a Christmas ham, much less nice gifts but he did get to go to Dollar Heaven and buy a few inexpensive gifts to put beneath the tree. He would just enjoy the three long days of Christmas magic with his family and thank his Lord for his birth and goodness.
Pastor Rooge got off the phone in somewhat a better mood. The accountant said there was some twenty-two thousand dollars left over in this year’s indigent budget and it would be possible to transfer it next week. Well time to end a perfect day with a heart rendering message to the people that donated this year to the indigent fund and to wish them all a Merry Christmas. It would only take about thirty minutes to record down at the local TV station and they would play if until after New Years. That would most certainly get a few more thousand donations to top off a great year. Why the Pastor even thought he would incorporate that little thank you speech into his old sermon from last Christmas that he planned to give this Sunday. That would dress it up a bit so no one would recognize it.
It was nearly 8:00 when the weary Pastor arrived home from his daily deluge of activity. His wife Janice was already in bed for the night and he was glad. She had always so many questions of how his day went and he was not in the mood to answer them tonight. He reached into the warm oven, took out his dried out fried chicken dinner and went into his study to go over his budget for next year. As he finished the figures on monthly indigent expenditures, he dropped his pen and his head sank slowly to the desktop. He had only been asleep for thirty minutes when the Queen Anne clock on the wall began to chime. On the third chime Pastor Rooge awakened, at first startled and then his eyes began to focus. Standing in front of his finely carved mahogany desk was a rather large glowing figure of a being. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house sir?” shrieked the startled pastor. “Norman Rooge, I am an Angel sent of God. I have been sent to you by my Lord to warn you of your impending doom if you continue the course you have chosen in God’s name” spoke the mighty Angel of the Lord. “The Lord Jesus came to you this day, and you turned him away. He asked of you for food to eat and for a place to stay. You told him you had no more allotted money for food or lodging for indigent persons. Many chances this day he gave you and yet you would show him no mercy. Today the Great God Jehovah has granted you a gift. In the name of my Lord, so be it” shouted the angelic being and as suddenly as he had appeared he was gone. Norman screamed “Wait, what is it I am to receive? Am I to be judged tonight? Angel where are you? “ blurted out an anxious and frightened Norman Rooge.
Suddenly there was a blinding bolt of lightning through the air and as Norman shielded his eyes and turned away, he slowly removed his hands from his face and discovered he was now outside of the little mission church. The air was very windy and cold and the rain began to whip across his face and body. He must have come outside daydreaming and left his coat inside. He walked to the front door of the little building and walked to the reception desk. “Lucy, I seem to have forgotten my keys, buzz me in” said the aggravated pastor. “I am sorry sir, but you must have an appointment to come inside here and Pastor Cravacheck is not seeing anymore clients today. If you would like you can take a card and try again tomorrow,” Lucy said with a smile. “Lucy, I am the Pastor here now open up this door and let me in or you are fired Christmas or not” the furious Pastor replied. “Sir, let go of that door, I am calling the police right now and you will be picked up. Now get out of here right now. You can go down the street to the park and sleep it off you vagrant” Lucy responded as she lifted the receiver from the hook and began to dial. Pastor Rooge looked at his torn blue jeans and dirty short sleeve shirt and was in a state of shock for several minutes before he began to realize he had to do something. He threw open the little glass door and darted out into the cold pelting rain. He would go over to the church salvage store and see if they would be kind enough to give him a coat for the night until he could straighten this mess out.
As he entered the door, a little bell rang announcing his arrival. He walked over to the rough man at the counter with a cigarette hanging from his lip and asked in a pleading voice. “Darren, I need a coat for a day or two until I can straighten this mess out. Could I have that thick fleece lined one on that hook? I will bring the money back later” Norman pleaded. “Look buddy, I told you before, the boss said no more free-bees and that means no more free-bees. You got money, you gotcha self a coat. You ain’t got no money and you gotcha self a trip to the door. No exceptions. No money? I didn’t think so”. Darren bellowed as he grabbed Norman by the collar and tossed him into the street.
Norman was now cold and hungry as he walked along the back of the building looking for something to cover with. He reached down into the dumpster behind the little store and found a torn gray wool blanket that smelled as though it had been used in someone’s dog bed. It smelled rather rank but it served its purpose well as Norman cloaked it around his body. He continued to walk down the street to an old abandoned house he had passed for nearly two years on his way to work. The pains in his stomach were beginning to demand more attention now as he crawled through a broken window at the old leaky home. He found a corner where the rain seemed to miss and crouched down low, shivering as his blanket dripped puddles on the rotting floor. He looked up to the heavens and cried out from deep within his soul “Jesus, I’m sorry Lord, please forgive me. I know I was wrong and stold from you and your kingdom. Please Lord give me another chance, I will be a real pastor if that is what you want. I will take care of the poor just as you cared for them. Lord I will comfort and protect you children, if only you would give me another chance to do so. Jesus are you listening? Angel, are you still there? Dear God what have I done ?” Norman shrieked as he collapsed his head into his hands. Suddenly the winds and the rain stopped and Pastor Norman lifted his head to see the familiar surroundings of his little office. His Queen Anne clock still ticking away and with the gentle glow of his desk lamp. “ My Lord, you heard the cry of your sinful servant and you rescued me from my sins. I will serve you and rescue the lost sheep for the rest of my days. I will preach your word with passion and fire, for you are my redeemer and I am you child, your humble servant” Pastor Norman humbly said in a much different tone than a few hours ago.
Pastor was as good as his word. He got up from his desk, ran out to the little salvage store and picked up as many blankets and coats as the church van would carry. He then drove over to the food warehouse and loaded the front seat and floorboard with canned goods and meats from the freezers. Off he went singing and praising God to the top of his voice. His first stop was the Robert Cravacheck’s home. He would drop off a ham and some canned goods and of course a $100 bonus just for a start. Then to the old house where he knew he would find the young couple. After all it was Christmas and he could certainly afford to put them up for Christmas in a motel. In fact he knew where there were funds to help many more of God’s children. Hearing him talking under his breath, Robert Cravachek asked if he might help. Pastor Norman with tears in his eyes turned to the young associate pastor and said “my brother, I would be honored if you would accompany me while we do God’s work”. They got up into the van and drove off into the night singing and praising God. Today was the beginning of ministry for Norman Rooge. Today he heard the call of God.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
Copyright © December 25,1998
Norman was now cold and hungry as he walked along the back of the building looking for something to cover with. He reached down into the dumpster behind the little store and found a torn gray wool blanket that smelled as though it had been used in someone’s dog bed. It smelled rather rank but it served its purpose well as Norman cloaked it around his body. He continued to walk down the street to an old abandoned house he had passed for nearly two years on his way to work. The pains in his stomach were beginning to demand more attention now as he crawled through a broken window at the old leaky home. He found a corner where the rain seemed to miss and crouched down low, shivering as his blanket dripped puddles on the rotting floor. He looked up to the heavens and cried out from deep within his soul “Jesus, I’m sorry Lord, please forgive me. I know I was wrong and stold from you and your kingdom. Please Lord give me another chance, I will be a real pastor if that is what you want. I will take care of the poor just as you cared for them. Lord I will comfort and protect you children, if only you would give me another chance to do so. Jesus are you listening? Angel, are you still there? Dear God what have I done ?” Norman shrieked as he collapsed his head into his hands. Suddenly the winds and the rain stopped and Pastor Norman lifted his head to see the familiar surroundings of his little office. His Queen Anne clock still ticking away and with the gentle glow of his desk lamp. “ My Lord, you heard the cry of your sinful servant and you rescued me from my sins. I will serve you and rescue the lost sheep for the rest of my days. I will preach your word with passion and fire, for you are my redeemer and I am you child, your humble servant” Pastor Norman humbly said in a much different tone than a few hours ago.
Pastor was as good as his word. He got up from his desk, ran out to the little salvage store and picked up as many blankets and coats as the church van would carry. He then drove over to the food warehouse and loaded the front seat and floorboard with canned goods and meats from the freezers. Off he went singing and praising God to the top of his voice. His first stop was the Robert Cravacheck’s home. He would drop off a ham and some canned goods and of course a $100 bonus just for a start. Then to the old house where he knew he would find the young couple. After all it was Christmas and he could certainly afford to put them up for Christmas in a motel. In fact he knew where there were funds to help many more of God’s children. Hearing him talking under his breath, Robert Cravachek asked if he might help. Pastor Norman with tears in his eyes turned to the young associate pastor and said “my brother, I would be honored if you would accompany me while we do God’s work”. They got up into the van and drove off into the night singing and praising God. Today was the beginning of ministry for Norman Rooge. Today he heard the call of God.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
Copyright © December 25,1998