Hello everyone. Read parts 1-4 before reading part 5! It’s some good stuff in there you don’t want to miss. Anyway, here’s part 5. Oh, don’t forget to set your scale back ten pounds in preparation of Thanksgiving! Lol jk… Enjoy.
The funeral was at Carol’s old church. The only people there were Carol’s parents, the pastor, Romona, Xavier and… “The hussy from the shelter?” Carol said. “Whose funeral is this?” she said before looking in the casket and seeing her very own body. “I’m dead?” she asked the ghost, while staring at her cold body. “Hmph,” she straightened her blazer and stood up tall. “I look good, but… I’m dead?” she asked the ghost again, with disappointment and disgust on her face. “You ain’t alive,” the ghost said. “You know what. You have a smart mouth to be a dead guy,” Carol said to the ghost. “Thanks, but I’m not a guy. I’m a ghost. Therefore I don’t have a gender.” “It wasn’t a compliment. Something a smart guy, ghost, Hades or whatever you are, would know. Listen, can you please just tell me how I got here?” Carol said. “You mean dead?” the ghost asked sarcastically. “But of course. How about I show you instead?” The ghost held out one of his hands. “Ladies first,” he said motioning for Carol to walk ahead of him. Suddenly they appeared in Carol’s bedroom where Romona and fire fighters found Carol on the floor. She was dead and her body had an awful odor. The firefighter said she’d probably been lying on the floor dead for days. “So sad, to be found this way on Christmas,” the firefighter said. My heart goes out to you and her family,” he said to Romona. Romona sat on the floor crying, as the ambulance came in and took Carol’s dead body away. The firefighter comforted her. Later on, the doctor called and told Romona that Carol had died from a heart attack. “How?” Romona asked. “She was as healthy as a horse.” “Stress could be a contributing factor,” the doctor said. “Well Carol was a hard worker. She didn’t make much time for love or to enjoy life. I guess that could take a toll on a person’s heart,” Romona said. Then it seemed as if reality hit Carol in the face. She had a rude awakening. She realized she’d been going through life all wrong. Life wasn’t about how much money she could make. It was truly about charity. She hadn’t read her Bible in at least a decade but she remembered 1 Corinthians 13, “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.”
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Carol realized that she lived a life totally opposite of 1 Corinthians 13. She never got over being bullied, and the embarrassment she felt haunted her everyday. Although she knew first hand what being bullied did to people, sadly she felt powerful when she bullied her employees or refused to fall in love. The saying is true, “Hurt people hurt people.” Carol wanted to make a change. She was fortunate to have people in her life who loved her despite her shortcomings. Carol also realized that she had overworked herself all these years to occupy her mind. Working kept her mind off of the pain of her past. Carol had been overachiever in life, because she felt like a loser inside, and she hated herself, but no more. She broke down on her knees and asked God to forgive her. “Father God, I know you and I haven’t talked in a long time. I’m sorry. I see the error of my ways now. I apologize for being so vain. I know that life is about love. Your love for us, and our love for you and each other. Forgive me, Jesus. Help me to forgive myself. I don’t feel good about how I’ve treated anyone I’ve came across since I was eleven years old. I’ve always had selfish ambitions since that time, but I’m ready to deny myself and live for you. I want your light to shine through me. Please don’t let it be too late for me, Father God. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.