Proverbs 25:17-18English Standard Version (ESV)
17 Let your foot be seldom in your neighbor’s house,
lest he have his fill of you and hate you.
18 A man who bears false witness against his neighbor
is like a war club, or a sword, or a sharp arrow.
Of course, the new neighbor expressed surprise by the sudden visit, seeing that the older neighbor didn’t seem to fit into the social status that this neighbor was accustomed to.
The older neighbor introduced herself as Mrs. Bee and started her conversation off with how beautiful the day was.
However, it wasn’t a delightful day for the new neighbor because it was pouring down rain and thundering and lightening. The new neighbor hated rain and especially disliked being interrupted.
Mrs. Bee held tightly onto a large, old black tattered umbrella with holes in it. She was soaking wet from head to toe and laughing hysterically.
The new neighbor, was inside the doorway, baffle as to the eccentric behavior of the older neighbor. But the new neighbor had no desire to invite the older neighbor into their brand new house.
“Is there anything I can do for you? ” asked the new neighbor in a tone of disdain.
Mrs. Bee tilted her head slightly and just smiled at the new neighbor.
“Of course not dear, ” replied Mrs. Bee, as she closed her umbrella and pushed her way pass the new neighbor.
The new neighbor was shocked at the boldness of Mrs. Bee.
Mrs. Bee was dripping wet and tracking, water all over the expensive wood floors.
The new neighbor ran behind Mrs. Bee, shouting for her to leave, while at the same time trying to stop the older neighbor from sitting on a pristine custom leather sofa.
But it was useless because Mrs. Bee plopped down on the sofa and slid off it just as quickly.
Both her legs went straight up in the air and over her head.
“Oh my. ” retorted Mrs. Bee with an outburst of laughter. “I’m glad I put on clean underwear today. ”
“Uh, Miss. What do you think you ‘re doing? ” shouted the new neighbor to Mrs. Bee. “I didn’t invite you into my house! ”
Mrs. Bee kept slipping and sliding as she tried getting up from the floor.
“You have some nerve coming into my house uninvited! ” the new neighbor told Mrs. Bee who had now ran out of the living room and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was enormous and so was the glass refrigerator.
Mrs. Bee pulled open the refrigerator doors and was amazed at what sat before her.
“Oh my, ” Mrs. Bee said with a high-pitched voice. “Look what we have here. Lobster, caviar and champagne. Are you going to have a party, my dear? ”
The new neighbor quickly grabbed the older neighbor by her arm.
“Get out of my house! ” demanded the new neighbor to a startled Mrs. Bee. “You don’t belong here and I want you out now before I call the police! ”
Mrs. Bee began squirming while trying her best to pull the new neighbor’s hand from around her arm. The more she attempted to remove the new neighbor’s hand, the new neighbor tightened their grip.
“Let go of me, dear! ” squeaked Mrs. Bee in pain. “You’re hurting my arm. ”
“Good! ” lamented the new neighbor. “And, if you don’t want to go to the hospital, you better leave my house right now! ”
Mrs. Bee assured the new neighbor that she would leave. And she did.
The next day at church, the congregation waited patiently for the arrival of the new pastor and his family.
Mrs. Bee came into the church and sat at her customary place. In the front pew, directly in front of the pulpit.
The new pastor and his family finally came. The congregation stood up and gave the family a polite applause.
The pastor led his family into the pew directly across from where Mrs. Bee was seated.
As the organ music began to play, the pastor’s wife glance over to see Mrs. Bee sitting there.
Without skipping a beat, Mrs. Bee jumped up from her seat and cut off the musician.
“Sisters and brothers, I have a testimony I need to tell you about. ” shouted Mrs. Bee.
The congregation got quiet. And the pastor’s wife took to nervously squeezing her sweating hands.
All eyes fell upon the stout little elderly woman standing in the middle of the church.
“Yesterday, I was given a task to see if the pastor lived up to what he was preaching last Sunday to us. Well, I want to tell you that he doesn’t! ”
The congregation grasped.
Mrs. Bee then sat back down in the pew.
The new pastor…ugh, I mean the new neighbor was indeed, speechless.
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