Did I Tell You The Story…? (standard:humor, 903 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 02 2019	Views/Reads: 1412/1024	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Everybody has a story, but God’s story is the only one that really matters.

I was having a rather down day recently. You know how it is; you are
going along 100 miles an hour and finally you crash. I was experiencing 
one of those reality crashes. 

Reclining in my chair, drinking coffee, I thought of one of my old
friends. Oh my, he has been gone for almost 5 years now. How time flies 
by so quickly! 

You know you have friends and then you have those who are really
friends. He was without a doubt one of the latter. In fact, I do not 
have any friend that quite equals him as a friend. 

Thinking about him, I began chuckling. The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage came in about that time and said, “What are you laughing at?” 


She knew I was going through a rather busy schedule and to find me
sitting in a chair chuckling was a little strange. 

“I was just thinking,” I said while still chuckling, “of my good friend
Brother Lloyd.” 

As soon as I said that, she started chuckling herself and sat on the
couch. We knew Brother Lloyd for 30 years. In those 30 years, we have 
had some great times with him and his wife. The last five years of his 
life, he was a widower. 

It seemed like nothing got him down for long. Oh yes, he had his issues
and would give you a commentary on his issues. He never was afraid to 
speak his mind. He had an opinion on every subject under the sun and 
some over the sun. He must have had a great mind because he always gave 
people a piece of it. 

I knew anytime I was struggling with something, all I had to do was call
and he knew how to solve every problem in the world. 

We talked on the phone quite a bit, but also we met for lunch at least
once a month. He lived about two hours from me and so we met in the 
middle at a nice little restaurant. 

Thinking back on him, I cannot say how much I appreciated our monthly
lunches. It got me away from my world and I enjoyed being in his world, 
even though it was a short time. We almost could order each other's 
lunch and sometimes we did. 

Of all the friends I have known down the years, nobody had more stories
to tell than good old Brother Lloyd. He had a story for every subject 
you could think of at the time. 

I would be talking about something in my life and he would interrupt,
“Did I ever tell you the story about...?” Not waiting for my reply, he 
would go on with the story. 

I have heard all his stories, and could tell them almost as good as he
did. They must have been true because every time he told them they were 
almost word for word as before. 

Because I admired the old brother so much, I listened to each story as
though I was hearing it for the very first time. I must admit, they 
always had a great application, particularly concerning the subject at 
hand. How he was ever to do that I will never know. 

Looking back, I wished he‘d put all his stories in a book. They would
have been a fascinating read for anyone. 

I must confess I did something once rather naughty. We were talking
about some subject, I can't remember what now, and I said, “Brother 
Lloyd, did I ever tell you the story about...?” 

Without giving him an opportunity to respond, I went on with the story.
The story I was telling him was one of his stories he told me probably 
100 times. I tried to tell it from my perspective, but kept it almost 
word for word. 

I was sure he would catch on but he never did. When I finished with


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