A Frank and Earnest - Day 4
In the good old days, a shot ringing out in the town square would have brought a crowd to find out what happened. There would have been adults and children rushing to the sound’s source to see what car backfired, or what trash can fell of the grandstand.
It is a sad comment on today to see what affect the shot’s ringing sound had on the people in the town square that noon. They hit the ground and started crawling for cover. Those far enough away, ran. Few screamed, for they were afraid of attracting attention. At least five people, once they settled behind walls or trash cans, dialed 911.
Frank and Earnest were in complete shock. They both watched the evening news and both realized that they were in mortal danger. In their long ministries, they had both come upon many situations where they had to think on their feet, but never where a wrong word, and wrong expression, could mean their life.
“You twos are preachers, right?” asked Tommie, picking the conversation back up.
Both men nodded.
“My Daddy ain’t got much use of you. He says your about as useful as a Bible in a whorehouse. But my Mom, she likes your types a lot. At least she used to. She used to watch that there TV church service junk all the time. At least until ….” Tommie’s voice faded off as his eyes turned fuzzy.
The local police had arrived. Four officers, pistols drawn, stood in ready position, about 40 feet away from the three at the table. Several other officers ushered the people remaining in the town square out.
Earnest spoke up, “Son, put the gun down so we can talk.”
“This gun don’t stop us from talking.”
“Its just making me a bit nervous. Can’t you just put it down for a few minutes?”
“Well preacher, you ought to be nervous, because one of us at this table is going to die today.”
Frank remained frozen, as if he were a gazelle in the African plan, hoping the lions would walk on by.
“Yep preachers, one of us is going to die today.”
It is a sad comment on today to see what affect the shot’s ringing sound had on the people in the town square that noon. They hit the ground and started crawling for cover. Those far enough away, ran. Few screamed, for they were afraid of attracting attention. At least five people, once they settled behind walls or trash cans, dialed 911.
Frank and Earnest were in complete shock. They both watched the evening news and both realized that they were in mortal danger. In their long ministries, they had both come upon many situations where they had to think on their feet, but never where a wrong word, and wrong expression, could mean their life.
“You twos are preachers, right?” asked Tommie, picking the conversation back up.
Both men nodded.
“My Daddy ain’t got much use of you. He says your about as useful as a Bible in a whorehouse. But my Mom, she likes your types a lot. At least she used to. She used to watch that there TV church service junk all the time. At least until ….” Tommie’s voice faded off as his eyes turned fuzzy.
The local police had arrived. Four officers, pistols drawn, stood in ready position, about 40 feet away from the three at the table. Several other officers ushered the people remaining in the town square out.
Earnest spoke up, “Son, put the gun down so we can talk.”
“This gun don’t stop us from talking.”
“Its just making me a bit nervous. Can’t you just put it down for a few minutes?”
“Well preacher, you ought to be nervous, because one of us at this table is going to die today.”
Frank remained frozen, as if he were a gazelle in the African plan, hoping the lions would walk on by.
“Yep preachers, one of us is going to die today.”
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