Five Minute Fridays: Messenger

“I’ve wanted to meet you ever since I heard your story,” James Coburn told me. “Actually, I saw you walking down the staircase one day and realized, you look just like your cousins.” My heart began to pound. Over the past three years, I had been searching for family members, There must be one person who wanted to know me. “I’m trying to find an uncle or cousin or someone. There are no relations on my mother’s side. But there are so many on my father’s,” I told him trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. This man knows my family! “I went to school with some of your cousins,” he told me “They’re not really people you want to know.” “What?” my voice was shrill but soft. “You look just like them, but they’d hate you because your mother was from the south of Portugal.” His face was sad. “So what?” I asked. “They care,” he told me. “They care very much. It would be wiser if you would let it go. I’m so sorry.” “Isn’t there anyone?” I insisted blinking back tears. “Some of the younger ones, perhaps. But they’d never admit it. Your father’s family was involved with the Nazis. They really believe in racial purity. It’s probably why he left. A lot of Germans left when they grew up and discovered what their families had done. Let it go. Find a way to be happy and let it go.”

Comments

  1. Sometimes we forget that messengers don’t always bring “good news of great joy.” Often what we want to hear is not what we do hear. You remind me of that. That my sunny day might be another’s stormy one. Thank you. I’m sorry you experienced this. It seems like you have found a way to be happy. Praise the Father above. On a side note, I appreciate that you used dialogue to further the story. It makes it come alive.

    1. Thanks so much. He was an angel sent from God and God is faithful even when the message is, “No.” And, yes, God has kept His promise. I am happy again. Thanks for visiting. Please come back.

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