| A funny white manwalked by my house the | | | | of the sadness that I undoubtedly hadrunning all |
| other day. | | | | over my face. |
| And ... as he lumbered alongthe small paththat led | | | | Ultimately however, ... he only asked," WHY?" |
| to the entranceof my dusty little village | | | | I looked at him with a sweet unassuming smile. |
| I smiled ...as I looked up at his greasy red | | | | Then with considerable flairand more than just a |
| ...sunburned face. | | | | touch ...of disbelief, I said, |
| Much to my surprise however,before I could even | | | | "someone stole my mosquito net. |
| beginto gather my scattered thoughts, | | | | And they took my mother's TOO." |
| I heard him say, | | | | Upon hearing this, he made a peculiar grimacethat |
| "YOUNG LADY, ... | | | | seemed to stick all over his slimy WHITE ...face. |
| Do you know that JESUS loves you?" | | | | But before I could even begin to understandwhat |
| Do you know that HE died for you? | | | | any of this could possibly begin to mean,he had |
| As you might well imagine, | | | | already called for a big yellow TAXI. |
| I was in for a bit of a shock! | | | | In a matter of seconds ...we were off to the |
| But before I could even answer the question ...he | | | | luxurious,upscale central market. |
| pushed a King James Bibledirectly into my little | | | | Before I knew it, ... |
| hands. | | | | I had a big blue mosquito net for me,and a RED |
| And while I usually make it a pointto be kind to | | | | one for my mom. |
| foreigners, ... | | | | Afterward ...he took me to my humble house. |
| I was in absolutely no moodfor any of his | | | | But it was only then ...that I began to beam from |
| shenanigans. | | | | ear to ear. |
| In fact, I wanted to tell him... flat out,that I had no | | | | You see ... it had seemed like such a long timethat |
| interest in reading it,at all. | | | | anyone cared for both meand my mom. |
| But before I did, | | | | But as I walked through our crumbling,dilapidated, |
| I decided to bite my tongue. | | | | ramshackle doorway ...my mom cheerfully said, |
| And with a bit of self restraint, and somefurther | | | | "What on earth are you so happy about?" |
| thought ... | | | | I said, " Don't you know that Jesus LOVES me, |
| I decided it might be betternot to rain on his | | | | mom?. |
| unseemly parade. | | | | Look! ... A funny white man gave me two big |
| In the meantime, however,this funny man looked | | | | mosquito nets!" |
| at meagain ... and again, and again! | | | | At this moment, my mother looked at me with |
| Of course, I felt terribly uncomfortable. | | | | nothing less than |
| But to make matters worse ...with absolutely no | | | | PURE ASTONISHMENT! |
| warning at all,he pointed his big white finger | | | | It had been months since anything good had |
| directly atmy little brown thigh! | | | | happenedto either of us. |
| Then ... With NARY A THOUGHT,he only said, | | | | So ...after she slowly examined the lines of |
| "what in GOD'S CREATION are THOSE?" | | | | expressionupon my face,she whispered ever so |
| As my my mouth dropped open inapparent | | | | gently, |
| disbelief, | | | | "Don't you know that your a Buddhist, dear?" |
| I said, "WHAT?" | | | | For a few seconds I thought about what she had |
| He said, "THOSE?" | | | | to say. |
| Perhaps I should have known better,but I was still | | | | But then I quickly said, "Mom, |
| completelydazed and disoriented. | | | | Does that mean I can't love Jesus, too?" |
| In a smitten voice I only said, | | | | "Of course not", she replied. |
| "I've been ITCHIN." | | | | "Now here, let me help you. |
| He said "ITCHIN?" | | | | Let's put them up right away." |
| I looked downand yellow green PUSSwas flowing | | | | With a loud sigh of relief, she finally said, |
| like a putrid river ...that ran from the depths of | | | | "Maybe tonight we will finally get some sleep." |
| my ugly little wounds. | | | | "And who knows ...maybe tomorrow another |
| But this strange man seemed to haveno shame | | | | funny white manwill bring us a beautiful Christmas |
| at all ... | | | | tree." |
| His eyes began to stick to me like glue. | | | | "That's what I like about you mom", I said. |
| Finally by this time ...he had decided to lower his | | | | "Humor in the face of REALITY; |
| head. | | | | HUMOR in the face of reality;that's what I |
| And I began to think that he could finally feelsome | | | | REALLY like! |