Checking in……………

12 years ago 7
A friend sent this to me today, it was just to good not to post!
A Minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn’t shaved in a while.

 

His shirt was kinda shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

 

Well, the minister’s suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him, ‘What are you doing here?’

The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

 


‘I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH

OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS Ben CHECKING IN TODAY.’

The minister feeling foolish,
Told Ben, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime

 

Time to go, Ben smiled, said ‘Thanks.’
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He’d never done it before.

 

His cold heart melted, warmed with love, And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Ben’s prayer:

 

‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH

OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,

BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.’

 

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Ben hadn’t come.
As more days passed without Ben,
He began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried,
But he’d given them a thrill.

The week that Ben was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

 

The head nurse couldn’t understand
Why Ben was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

 

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse’s concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

 

Looking surprised, old Ben spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
‘the nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know,
That he’s in here all the while

 


Everyday at noon He’s here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me: 


‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, Ben, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.  ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO Ben, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.’
I imagine He would love for you to “check in” today!
the pilgrim

7 Responses

  1. Myles says:

    Mr. Fortney:

    That is a wonderful poem. I truly appreciate you sharing it today. I think I really needed it. Sometimes I get so caught up in the How, What, and Who of prayer, that I forget- Jesus just wants us to simply come to him. He is our friend and Savior. He longs for our simple fellowship and love in return. Nothing so extravagant. Just a simple prayer.

  2. Doug Dillon says:

    Thanks Bill!! I know for a fact I don’t “check in” often enough. We can all use a reminder like Ben to help us to remember what a friend we have in our savior. I know, speaking for myself, I have this bad habit of trying to do it all myself. I need to remember to check in more often.

    Thanks again!!!

    Doug

  3. Jack says:

    Thanks for sharing this Bill! I have passed it on to friends and family members.

    I’ve checked in today! : ? }

    Thank you Lord Jesus!

    Jack

  4. Robert Beck says:

    Wild Bill! You are making us famous! I never thought of that room as pie shaped. And I love pie. Always great to see you guys.

    RB