Pocket Full of Quarters Journey 2015
Straight To Heaven
Straight To Heaven
By Cheryle M. Touchton
The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady
The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass. Romans 21:21
Whenever campgrounds have restaurants, I eat there even if the food looks terrible. This is where campers like to mingle so I want to be there. This campground food was surprisingly delightful.
The couple sitting across from me were both Christians and fascinating people. We talked about computers, space shuttles, and Jesus. After we'd eaten, the wife Mary came over just to sit and talk.
Our server, Stacy, brought the check. I said, "Stacy, I got so busy talking with these people that I forgot to ask if you had any prayer requests. I usually say a blessing before I eat but if you have any, I'll pray for you back at my camper."
She looked completely stunned. Finally she said, "I would never pray for myself. That would be selfish. I would pray for other people but not for me. I don't want to be selfish."
"Stacy," I asked. "Do you believe in prayer?"
"I do," she replied.
"What about church?"
"I don't go," she said, looking ashamed.
"Stacy," I said gently. "The Bible says that all who call on the name of Jesus will be saved. Not all who go to church."
"Thank you," she said.
"What about Jesus? Do you believe in Him?"
"I do," she said.
"What about the next life? Where will you go when this life is over?"
Again, she looked ashamed. "I hope I get to come back and live a better life."
"I have a gift for you," I said, pulling out the Gospel bracelets. "I've already looked around and no one is waiting on you to do anything. May I give you the message of the bracelet?"
I spoke the scriptures, starting with the gold and heaven. She listened to every word. She loved the idea of being washed white as snow. She eagerly agreed to pray to receive Jesus.
"May I hold your hand?" I asked.
"You can, but I have poison oak."
"God will protect me," I said taking her hand.
After she prayed, I asked, "Now where are you going in the next life?"
"Straight to heaven!"
The Holy Spirit Glow was evident on Stacy's face. Mary wept and prayed aloud the entire time Stacy prayed. "Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this," she said to Stacy. "May I hug you?"
"You can if you aren't worried about getting poison oak."
"Like she said," Mary said as she hugged her. "God will protect us."
I saw Stacy several times as I walked around the campground today. She smiled all day and literally lit up when she saw me. She was still beaming when she brought us our dinner at their Chuck Wagon restaurant. I ate with Mary and her husband again and they bought my dinner. What a blessing today was! Is poison oak contagious?
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