Come In

       Daniel Shegrud
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Come in
or don't…
…the choice
is yours

COME IN

Written by
DANIEL W. SHEGRUD

Illustrated by
LAURIEL LEE FOUQUETTE

ISBN # 978-1370575800

Published by
DANIEL W. SHEGRUD
At
Smashwords

Copyright 2017
DANIEL W. SHEGRUD
All Rights Reserved
Also by DANIEL W. SHEGRUD
THE PLANET PERFECTERS
He was just a common, homeless, nameless drunk - until they came. They, the infinitely recombining, seemingly indestructible star creatures, promised the answer to every problem that has ever plagued mankind. In short, they promised perfection, and they asked nothing in return.
Except that it wasn't that easy. It never is. By the time the last answer is given, the last human will have died.

FLYING LESSONS
There you are, comfortable as can be, minding your own business. Suddenly God shows up and tells you he wants to give you something.
You know from personal experience that God's gifts are kind of tricky to handle and his plans for you seldom work out the way you expect.
So what do you do? Stay put? Go with him? Run screaming for the hills? It doesn't matter, because God knows where you live.

THE MIGHTY APPLE TREE
The Mighty Apple Tree is a melodic poem brought to life by several delightful illustrations from the mind and pen of Kristina Johnson Ashley.
Like the apple tree, you were created for a purpose. Are you fulfilling it, or is your pride getting in the way?
TABLE OF CONTENTS

A Brief Explanation of the Point
Psalm 91:1-4
First Stanza
The Poem
Meet the Illustrator
Contact Lauriel
Meet the Author
Contact Daniel
Also by the Author

A Brief
Explanation
Of The Point
Shelter is a basic human need, as is food, clothing and a clear internet signal. Without each one of those, or at least without the first three, life becomes iffy at best.
Imagine you are at your neighbor’s house enjoying a backyard barbecue on a warm summer evening. You are dressed in shorts and shirt sleeves, you are interacting with others, and you are paying no attention to the weather. All at once, the sky, which had been cloudless the last time you checked, lets loose with a mighty clap of thunder, a gale force blast of wind and a deluge of walnut sized raindrops. What’s the first thing you do? You seek shelter, of course. You find a safe place to wait out the storm. You come in from the rain – and make a mess of your neighbors’ freshly cleaned carpets. But it’s okay because they are your neighbors and you know you are welcome to mess up their carpets if the need arises.
Now imagine you are walking through a strange neighborhood when the storm begins to rage. You look for a safe place to wait it out, but you don’t know any of the people who live in those houses. You don’t know which, if any, of the homeowners will take you in and let you make a mess of their carpets, and which will pull out a shotgun and run you off. And let’s say that your life to this point has taught you to believe that all homeowners are greedy, selfish, thoughtless louts whose only purpose in life is to exploit you, and nothing you have seen thus far has disabused you of that notion. With that as your circumstance – one which is far too common in this world – where do you find shelter?
The short answer is that you don’t. You don’t knock on doors. You don’t ask for help. You don’t make yourself vulnerable. Instead, wrapping your fear around you like a cloak, you endure the storm and curse the people who are safe and warm in their homes.
You don’t find shelter until someone from inside one of those homes cracks their door, extends a hand, and invites you in. Even then, your first instinctive response is to strike out at that hand and run away. What else can you do?
I was in a similar situation many years ago. I was betrayed, abandoned, angry and alone. And then someone extended his hand toward me. I rejected that hand, of course, because I knew I could prove his hypocrisy when he selfishly withdrew it. Except that he didn’t. No matter how hard I struck out or how fast I ran away, his hand never flinched, never withdrew, and never ceased to invite me to come in.
Then one day, tired from the fight, I accepted the hand of my new friend and stepped through his doorway, and life has never been the same.
Are you on the outside looking in? Is the storm raging around you? Have you given up hope of ever finding shelter? Then I encourage you to look around and find the hand of my friend. He’s there, he’s reaching for you, and he calls you his friend.
His name is Jesus, and you will always – ALWAYS – be welcome to make a mess of his carpets.
PSALM 91:1-4

Whoever dwells in the shelter
of the Most High will rest in the shadow
of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD,
"He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."
Surely he will save you from
the fowler's snare and from
the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find
refuge; his faithfulness will be
your shield and rampart.
"Hello, my friend,
why look so glum?
What troubles are
you running from?
Your face is pinched,
your lips are blue.
You must be cold…
and hungry too.

Come lay your burdens
on my floor
And find some peace
inside my door.
Then join me for
a bite to eat -
My table teems
with bread and meat."

“I’ll never enter
through your door.
My kind ain’t welcome
on your floor.
I’ve heard your speech
a time… or ten.
I’m staying out,
ain’t coming in.

You got no cause
to hassle me,
And I don’t need
no charity,
So I refuse
to buy your line.
I ain’t your friend
and you ain’t mine.”

“Hold on there - please -
don’t run away.
Don’t close your ears
to what I say.
I’ve watched you struggle
down the road
And know the nature
of your load.

The pain you feel?
It’s nothing new.
I’ve been there, pal.
I’ve felt it too.
Come in, come in,
and rest your feet.
Come in, my friend.
Let’s sit and eat.”

“Just sit and eat,
and that’s your plan?
You’re off the wall,
you’re dreaming, man.
This fantasy
you throw at me –
It fixes nothing!
Wait and see.

Your sympathy
makes you a fool.
I won’t be tricked
‘cause I’m no tool.
You want to help?
Then come with me.
Feel what I feel,
see what I see.”

"Like I said, I’ve
been there, done that,
Walked where you walked,
sat where you sat.
I know how hard
your life can seem,
But peace is more
than some mere dream.

I’ve overcome
adversity
And offer you
a chance to see
That life and peace
can co-exist.
Come in, come in.
Please don’t resist."

“So say I do,
I walk right in,
I sit and eat –
what happens then?
I might get robbed.
You might get rough.
I might get hurt,
lose all my stuff.

I might become
a prisoner,
With you my
executioner.
Or worst of all,
you’ll preach at me…

Which means
your meal
will not be free.”

"Come in or don’t,
the choice is yours.
It’s cold outside,
it’s warm indoors,
But maybe you’re
not ready yet
To share with me
the feast I’ve set.

So let me send
with you this lunch,
And someday soon,
I have a hunch
That life will lead
you here again,
And maybe then
you’ll come on in."

“I won’t say yes…
I won’t say no…
Just passing through…
I gotta go!
As for that lunch,
I won’t think twice.
Some food right now
would sure be nice.

And don’t wait up
‘cause odds are thin
I’ll ever pass
this way again.
But I don’t know…
I might come back.
Depends on what is
in that sack.”

Then take it, friend,
my gift to you.
Enjoy it as you’re
passing through.
And when you stop
to eat and rest…

…Remember me
and my request."

Though trouble
overwhelms
your day,
And refuge feels so
far away,
Inside my home
you need not fear.
I call you friend.
You’re welcome here."

COME IN


“Hello, my friend. Why look so glum?
What troubles are you running from?
Your face is pinched, your lips are blue.
You must be cold, and hungry too.

Come lay your burdens on my floor,
And find some peace inside my door,
Then join me for a bite to eat.
My table teems with bread and meat.”
“I’ll never enter through your door.
My kind ain’t welcome on your floor.
I’ve heard your speech a time… or ten.
I’m staying out, ain’t coming in.

You got no cause to hassle me,
And I don’t need no charity,
So I refuse to buy your line.
I ain’t your friend and you ain’t mine.”

“Hold on there, please. Don’t run away.
Don’t close your ears to what I say.
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