My homies and I were sitting under the bridge, warming up some cans of pork and beans when it all started. It was an awful racket. Everybody was jumping up and down and running around. We all thought that the cops were back to throw us out again.
But, if you could believe it, everybody was going to a party! It seems as if George, the billionaire up on the hill across town was inviting all of us homeless, street people to a party?! I found out later that it was a wedding! I really wasn't sure what in the world was going on at that point. But, I found out later that all the A-list people had turned him down for his son's wedding. Then George, the billionaire, evidently said to himself, "I've already spent all this money and I've got all this food and everything's lined out and then my friends just dropped me. I'll show them and I'll just invite everybody else. They can just all go to Hell!"
Me and my buddies we rinsed off in the creek and put on the cleanest clothes we had. But we knew we were going to be sticking out like cheap whores at a fancy ball. But, you know that when we got there they had trailers parked out front with people handing out tuxedos and fancy gowns to all of us so that we would be dressed! You know, like those nice, high dollar restaurants that have loaner sport coats. I had never worn a tuxedo before! We all got dressed up for that old billionaire's party!
But, I'll never forget about John, one old rascal. When they offered him a tuxedo he just spit at them and cussed them and said that he was there only for the food and that he didn't give a rip about that old man who was putting on the party?!
The wedding was not like anything I'd ever seen before! There was music with a live orchestra, and food all over the place at the reception, and people laughing and having a wonderful time.
But, then it happened. That billionaire there looked across the room and that old rascal who didn't have his tuxedo on was sitting there stuffing food in his pockets and just making an absolutely awful scene. The old billionaire walked over there and asked him what in the world was he doing and how did he get in here without that tuxedo. And that old rascal just looked at him and cussed him and said, "I didn't come here for you. I came here for me. And you could just keep your damn tuxedo for all I care." The whole room got quiet.
And you know, I don't blame him. That billionaire got his security guards and escorted that rascal back down to the shanty town. They threw him out of the limo and said don't ever even think about coming back!
But we spent a week laughing and carrying on like we owned the world. And you know what? That old billionaire fixed us all up. I don't know how he did it. They built a whole new apartment complex behind his mansion and put every one of us in some fine places! And, that old billionaire comes down to the complex a few times a month and throws a big party with all of us!
... John, that old rascal, I never saw him again. He might be with that A-list crowd. They never come around either?!
https://bible.com/bible/116/mat.22.1-14.NLT
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