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Come in or don’t

 

 

(the choice is yours)

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Written by

DANIEL W. SHEGRUD

 

Illustrated by

LAURIEL KRAMER FOURQUETTE

 

ISBN # 978-1370624157

 

Published by

DANIEL W. SHEGRUD

At

Shakespir

 

Copyright 2017

DANIEL W. SHEGRUD

All Rights Reserved

Also by DANIEL W. SHEGRUD

THE PLANET PERFECTERS

He was just a common, homeless, nameless drunk – until they came. They, the infinitely recombining, seemingly indestructible star creatures, promised the answer to every problem that has ever plagued mankind. In short, they promised perfection, and they asked nothing in return.

Except that it wasn’t that easy. It never is. By the time the last answer is given, the last human will have died.

 

FLYING LESSONS

There you are, comfortable as can be, minding your own business. Suddenly God shows up and tells you he wants to give you something.

You know from personal experience that God’s gifts are kind of tricky to handle and his plans for you seldom work out the way you expect.

So what do you do? Stay put? Go with him? Run screaming for the hills? It doesn’t matter, because God knows where you live.

 

THE MIGHTY APPLE TREE

The Mighty Apple Tree is a melodic poem brought to life by several delightful illustrations from the mind and pen of Kristina Johnson Ashley.

Like the apple tree, you were created for a purpose. Are you fulfilling it, or is your pride getting in the way?

TABLE OF CONTENTS

A Brief Explanation of the Point

John 15:16

First Stanza

Meet the Illustrator

Meet the Author

Contact the Author

Also by the Author

A Brief

Explanation

Of The Point

Shelter is a basic human need, as is food, clothing and a clear internet signal. Without each one of those, or at least without the first three, life becomes iffy at best.

Imagine you are at your neighbor’s house enjoying a backyard barbecue on a warm summer evening. You are dressed in shorts and shirt sleeves, you are interacting with others, and you are paying no attention to the weather. All at once, the sky, which had been cloudless the last time you checked, lets loose with a mighty clap of thunder, a gale force blast of wind and a deluge of walnut sized raindrops. What’s the first thing you do? You seek shelter, of course. You find a safe place to wait out the storm. You come in from the rain – and make a mess of your neighbors’ freshly cleaned carpets. But it’s okay because they are your neighbors and you know you are welcome to mess up their carpets if the need arises.

Now imagine you are walking through a strange neighborhood when the storm begins to rage. You look for a safe place to wait it out, but you don’t know any of the people who live in those houses. You don’t know which, if any, of the homeowners will take you in and let you make a mess of their carpets, and which will pull out a shotgun and run you off. And let’s throw a twist into the mix. Let’s say that your life to this point has taught you to believe that all homeowners are greedy, selfish, thoughtless louts whose only purpose in life is to exploit you, and nothing you have seen thus far has disabused you of that notion. With that as your circumstance – one which is far too common in this world – where do you find shelter?

The short answer is that you don’t. You don’t knock on doors. You don’t ask for help. You don’t make yourself vulnerable. Instead, wrapping your fear around you like a cloak, you endure the storm and curse the people who are safe and warm in their homes.

You don’t find shelter until someone from inside one of those homes cracks their door, extends a hand, and invites you in. Even then, your first instinctive response is to strike out at that hand and run away. What else can you do?

I was in a similar situation many years ago. I was betrayed, abandoned, angry and alone. And then someone extended his hand toward me. I rejected that hand, of course, because I knew I could prove his hypocrisy when he selfishly withdrew it. Except that he didn’t. No matter how hard I struck out or how fast I ran away, his hand never flinched, never withdrew, and never ceased to invite me to come in.

Then one day, tired from the fight, I accepted the hand of my new friend and stepped through his doorway, and life has never been the same.

Are you on the outside looking in? Is the storm raging around you? Have you given up hope of ever finding shelter? Then I encourage you to look around and find the hand of my friend. He’s there, he’s reaching for you, and he calls you his friend.

His name is Jesus, and you will always – ALWAYS – be welcome to make a mess of his carpets.

Praising all the way,

Daniel W. Shegrud

Psalm 91:1-4

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge

and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare

and from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover you with his feathers, and under

his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness

will be your shield and rampart.

“Hello, my friend,

why look so glum?

What troubles are

you running from?

Your face is pinched,

your lips are blue.

You must be cold…

and hungry too.

Come lay your burdens

on my floor

And find some peace

inside my door.

Then join me for

a bite to eat -

My table teems

with bread and meat.”

I’ll never enter

through your door.

My kind ain’t welcome

on your floor.

I’ve heard your speech

a time… or ten.

I’m staying out,

ain’t coming in.

You got no cause

to hassle me,

And I don’t need

no charity,

So I refuse

to buy your line.

I ain’t your friend

and you ain’t mine.”

“Hold on there – please -

don’t run away.

Don’t close your ears

to what I say.

I’ve watched you struggle

down the road

And know the nature

of your load.

The pain you feel?

It’s nothing new.

I’ve been there, pal.

I’ve felt it too.

Come in, come in,

and rest your feet.

Come in, my friend.

Let’s sit and eat.”

Just sit and eat,

and that’s your plan?

You’re off the wall,

you’re dreaming, man.

This fantasy

you throw at me –

It fixes nothing!

Wait and see.

Your sympathy

makes you a fool.

I won’t be tricked

cause I’m no tool.

You want to help?

Then come with me.

Feel what I feel,

see what I see.”

“Like I said, I’ve

been there, done that,

Walked where you walked,

sat where you sat.

I know how hard

your life can seem,

But peace is more

than some mere dream.

I’ve overcome

adversity

And offer you

a chance to see

That life and peace

can co-exist.

Come in, come in.

Please don’t resist.”

So say I do,

I walk right in,

I sit and eat –

what happens then?

I might get robbed.

You might get rough.

I might get hurt,

lose all my stuff.

I might become

a prisoner,

With you my

executioner.

Or worst of all,

you’ll preach at me…

Which means

your meal

will not be free.”

“Come in or don’t,

the choice is yours.

It’s cold outside,

it’s warm indoors,

But maybe you’re

not ready yet

To share with me

the feast I’ve set.

So let me send

with you this lunch,

And someday soon,

I have a hunch

That life will lead

you here again,

And maybe then

you’ll come on in.”

I won’t say yes…

I won’t say no…

Just passing through…

I gotta go!

As for that lunch,

I won’t think twice.

Some food right now

would sure be nice.

And don’t wait up

cause odds are thin

I’ll ever pass

this way again.

But I don’t know…

I might come back.

Depends on what is

in that sack.”

Then take it, friend,

my gift to you.

Enjoy it as you’re

passing through.

And when you stop

to eat and rest,

Remember me

and my request.”

Though trouble

overwhelms

your day,

And refuge feels so

far away,

Inside my home

you need not fear.

I call you friend.

You’re welcome here.”

THE POEM

Come In

Hello, my friend. Why look so glum?

What troubles are you running from?

Your face is pinched, your lips are blue.

You must be cold, and hungry too.

Come lay your burdens on my floor,

And find some peace inside my door,

Then join me for a bite to eat.

My table teems with bread and meat.”

“I’ll never enter through your door.

My kind ain’t welcome on your floor.

I’ve heard your speech a time… or ten.

I’m staying out, ain’t coming in.

You got no cause to hassle me,

And I don’t need no charity,

So I refuse to buy your line.

I ain’t your friend and you ain’t mine.”

Hold on there, please. Don’t run away.

Don’t close your ears to what I say.

I’ve watched you struggle down the road

And know the nature of your load.

The pain you feel? It’s nothing new.

I’ve been there, pal – I’ve felt it too.

Come in, come in, and rest your feet.

Come in, my friend. Let’s sit and eat.”

“Just sit and eat? And that’s your plan?

You’re off the wall. You’re dreaming, man.

This fantasy you throw at me –

It fixes nothing! Wait and see.

Your sympathy makes you a fool.

I won’t be tricked ‘cause I’m no tool.

You want to help? Then come with me.

Feel what I feel, see what I see.”

Like I said, I’ve been there, done that,

Walked where you walked, sat where you sat.

I know how hard your life can seem,

But peace is more than some mere dream.

I’ve overcome adversity

And offer you a chance to see

That life and peace can co-exist.

Come in, come in. please don’t resist.”

“So say I do, I walk right in,

I sit and eat – what happens then?

I might get robbed, you might get rough,

I might get hurt, lose all my stuff.

I might become a prisoner,

With you my executioner.

Or worst of all, you’ll preach at me,

Which means your meal will not be free.”

Come in or don’t, the choice is yours.

It’s cold outside, it’s warm indoors,

But maybe you’re not ready yet

To share with me the feast I’ve set.

So let me send with you this lunch,

And someday soon, I have a hunch

That life will lead you here again,

And maybe then you’ll come on in.”

“I won’t say yes… I won’t say no…

Just passing through… I gotta go!

As for that lunch, I won’t think twice.

Some food right now would sure be nice.

And don’t wait up ‘cause odds are thin

I’ll ever pass this way again.

But I don’t know… I might come back.

Depends on what is in that sack.”

Then take it, friend –my gift to you.

Enjoy it as you’re passing through.

And when you stop to eat and rest

Remember me and my request.

Though trouble overwhelms your day,

And refuge feels so far away,

Inside my home you need not fear.

I call you friend – you’re welcome here.”

MEET the ILLUSTRATOR

LAURIEL KRAMER FOURQUETTE

MEET the AUTHOR

DANIEL W. SHEGRUD

I’m from Renton, Washington, originally and except for two years in Rexburg, Idaho and four months in Kingston, New York, lived there until 2008, when my wife Mary and I moved to Spokane.

Here are a few more ridiculously compelling details about me: I have five sons, one daughter, 8-10 grandkids (it changes periodically) and a miniature poodle named Copper; I am a born-again believer in Jesus Christ; I love cookies; I have read more than two thousands novels, texts, tomes, and manuscripts in the last three decades; I love cooking; I love eating; I love eating other people’s cooking; I spent more than two decades driving truck but now work as a Certified Nurse’s Aid – it’s often messier than driving, but more satisfying at the end of the day.

CONTACT the AUTHOR

E-MAIL:

[email protected]

TRADITIONAL-MAIL:

PO Box 323

Four Lakes, WA 99014

WEBSITE

http://www.thedanieldimension.com/

FACEBOOK PAGE

https://www.facebook.com/

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Imagine you are walking through a strange neighborhood when a storm begins to rage. You look for a safe place, but you don’t know which, if any, of the homeowners will take you in and which will pull out a shotgun and run you off. Your life to this point has taught you to believe that all homeowners are greedy, selfish, thoughtless louts whose only purpose in life is to exploit you, and nothing you have seen thus far has disabused you of that notion. So where do you find shelter? The short answer is that you don’t. You don’t knock on doors. You don’t ask for help. You don’t make yourself vulnerable. Instead, wrapping your fear around you like a cloak, you endure the storm and curse the people who are safe and warm in their homes. You don’t find shelter until someone from inside one of those homes cracks their door, extends a hand, and invites you to come in. Even then, your first instinct is to strike out at that hand and run away. What else can you do?

  • Author: Daniel Shegrud
  • Published: 2017-07-11 07:05:22
  • Words: 2113
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