Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.She left her small southern hometown 10 months ago. No one knew her story here in her new town…she had no desire to meet anyone…she wasn’t ready. She was an anomaly and that was just fine with her. Then one morning an acquaintance at work engaged her in the break room. She invited Samantha to church with her. Samantha politely declined…the last thing she needed was to hang out with a bunch of pompous do-gooders. If they knew the truth about her, they would want nothing to do with her anyway….
“Ugh,” she thought. “What bad timing. I hope he is gone before the supper club is here.” As she went to go back upstairs, she saw that the man was now sitting on her back porch using the phone. It was still hot out there; August in the mid-Atlantic could be brutal. Even in the evening. “I should offer him some water,” she thought… “But I need to get changed.” She turned one more time to go to her room and she felt her conscience prick her. He really did look thirsty. She went to the back door and opened it a crack. “Mr…. I am sorry, what was your name?” “Joshua, my name is Mr. Joshua,” he responded. “Ok, Mr. Joshua, would you like some water? “Well thank you maam, that would be nice, yes, if you don’t mind.” Samantha grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked out on the porch to hand it to him. “Did you reach someone to come get you?” she queried. “Well in a way I did. I called my brother, Peter, but he was out so I left him a message. He will get home from work in just a few minutes and he should get it then. I will call in a few minutes again if it’s all the same to you. “Sure, whatever,” remarked Samantha.
She turned to shut the door in the man’s face just as he was thanking her.
“Well, I must get going, I am expecting guests,” she pointedly told him and turned to go. The man asked, “Are you new to the area. I noticed a bunch of packing boxes on the curb?” “Uh, yes” she said, and blushed. She had only recently finished going through her moving boxes, she had put some of them off, just too many memories. “Where are you from? I detect a southern accent.” he asked. Alarmed, her eyebrows rose as she felt a little panic. She quickly answered, “I grew up in a small town in Alabama, you wouldn’t know it.” “Why did you move here to Salem?” he asked. Her thoughts raced back to Brandon Holloway. The man who owned her heart. The man she left behind. The man of mystery. The man, she had come to find out, was someone else’s husband…and then she thought of their baby. Her heart filled with pain and her eyes began to sting with tears. Nausea, shame and self-disgust filled her. She looked away from him. The question hung in the air. The man’s eyes pinned her down where she stood… He repeated the question. She stuttered. “Oh sorry, umm, well I needed a change.” He nodded, knowingly and said softly. “Yes, you did need a change…and I know you are sorry Samantha. Very sorry. I have heard your silent prayers; I have seen your nightmares. What he did was wrong; and your choices were wrong too…but you already know that or I wouldn’t be here.” Her eyes filled with shock. “What? What do you mean you KNOW” she demanded. She wiped her eyes with the back of her trembling hand and almost spilled wine on herself. She hadn’t even realized she was still holding it. Visibly upset, Samantha asked, “What do you know that about me? Are…are you from Alabama too?” “No, not specifically, Samantha, you might say I am from lots of places.” he answered. “Samantha? How do you know my name?” she stammered as fear lodged in her throat.
She stood there staring at him, and for the first time really noticed his eyes. They were very dark, so black they seemed to reflect her in them, almost like a mirror. It was kind of disturbing. She wondered, could see right into her?
“Child? How do you know about that? Did Brandon send you here?” Samantha let out a low moan and began to sob, her whole body shaking with tears and regret. “I shouldn’t have done it, I should have found another way. ” she wailed. “He made me do it. I didn’t know he was married and he told me no one could know….I am so sorry….the baby…” “Is with me.” the stranger finished her sentence. She looked at him in disbelief. She shook her head, trying to clear it from confusion. She felt momentary anger and yelled at him. “How do you know this? Who DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, GOD? He answered her. “I AM.” to be continued…
Can a Father forget His child? he asked her.