Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Jesus Belongs to Mother Josephine and She to Him

I heard the most interesting tidbit recently about a precious nun named Mother Josephine who lives a rather austere life in the backwoods up here on the Roan. It is my understanding she will literally give you the habit off her back if need be and is renowned for driving her old beat-up car around in the hollows to find anyone who needs a helping hand, a fireside chat or a 'Come to Jesus wearing out'.

Apparently, not long ago she came across a construction site, noticed the coarse language of the workers and, feeling heavily burdened, decided to spend more time with them to help them see the error of their ways. 

With the best of intentions, Mother Josephine was determined to take her lunch the next day and sit with the workers for a spell.  Now, having spent the biggest part of my life with construction workers, I immediately became concerned when being told about this kind woman and her well-meaning strategy.  She was walking into the lion's den and all hell could break loose.
I was told she put her sandwich in a brown bag and with no meekness whatsoever marched onto the site at noon where the men were spread out eating.
With a smile as gentle as a lily floating on a pond she walked up to the group and boldly asked, "Gentlemen, do any of you know Jesus Christ?"
They shook their heads and looked at each other, very confused.  One of the workers looked up into the steelworks and yelled out, "Anybody up there know Jesus Christ?"
One of the steelworkers yelled back down, "Why?" The worker yelled back, "Cause his mom's here with his lunch."

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