Here is a story I just came up with off the top of my head…
There was a man. His name was Frederick. Frederick was 39 years old and his life consisted of three simple things: Eating, Sleeping, and practicing to become the world ping pong champion. Even though Frederick was lonely and constantly wished that he could find the perfect girl who would want to spend the rest of her life with him, he did not look for her. Instead he stayed in his basement, practicing with the only opponent he had never beaten, his basement wall. In fact, the wall was also the only opponent Frederick had even played against. He had lost every game too. So every day, he would get out of bed, eat his wheaties, and go practice, banging balls consistently against the hard cement wall, until it was time for lunch, then more practice. This was his daily routine, and even though Frederick loved ping pong, his loneliness grew to an almost unbearable state. He wanted a wife so bad, but yet he did not leave his basement. As he hit his little white plastic balls against the wall, he would pray, constantly pray, that God would send him the girl that he was meant to spend his life with. Meanwhile, his loneliness continued to grow.
One morning, after finishing his wheaties, Frederick heard a knock on the door. He knew he had to get to practicing though, so he ignored it, and went down to the basement, where he would practice and pray. He had grown so close to God with all the prayer that he told him everything, and he even took time to listen….. but the only sound he heard was plastic against cement, and knocking. Knocking? It must be that same person again. He wondered if they understood how important it was for him to practice. He ignored it and continued on. That evening, while eating his dinner, he once again heard the knocking. This time though, he went to the door, intent on telling whoever this was that he had to practice his ping pong, and that he didn’t appreciate them disturbing him like this. He opened the door to find a woman standing there. She was about his height and age, he thought, but she wasn’t very pretty. She looked at him and held out a note, which he took, and then she turned and walked off the porch back to her car. For an instant he had wondered if she was the answer to his prayers, but he quickly dismissed that, as she was not pretty enough for him. The note was an invitation to a neighborhood party, and after he glanced over it he tossed it in the trash. If the women at this party were going to look like her, he didn’t want to go. Frederick walked back down to practice….. and pray.
The next morning while eating his wheaties, Frederick heard another knock. Just like the day before, he ignored it and went to practicing. At lunch he heard the knock again, and decided this time he would tell that woman to leave him alone. He threw open the door and was about to let it loose when he noticed this was not the same girl. In fact, it wasn’t a girl at all. A young boy, about 8 years old stood there with a piece of paper in his hand. He gave it to Frederick, then turned and walked back to the car. Frederick saw that it was the same invitation from the day before, so he threw it away. He knew if Kids were going to be there, he didn’t want to go. He walked back to his basement, still lonely.
The next morning while eating his wheaties, yet again came the knock, and he jumped out of his chair, having had enough of these interruptions. Frederick ran to the door, threw it open, and there on his porch stood an elderly man with a cane. He, like the others, handed Frederick a piece of paper, then hobbled off the porch, back to the car. He decided he had enough, and Frederick didn’t even look at the invitation before ripping it up and tossing it in the trash. He then went back to his lonely basement, to practice.
It was two years later before Frederick heard another knock on his door. By this time he had given up on love, and ping pong. He was as lonely and miserable as anyone could be, and spent all his time just sitting on his couch. When he heard the knock, he almost didn’t get up, but decided to when it just wouldn’t stop. Frederick slowly opened the door, and standing there he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and his heart slowly began to beat faster. She handed him a piece of paper and then walked off his porch and back to the car, before he could utter a word. For the first time, Frederick actually looked inside the car, hoping to catch one more glimpse of this woman, but instead, he saw the driver. It was JESUS! As the car drove away, Frederick didn’t know what to do. He looked down at the note in his hand, and began to read it…
You asked me two years ago for the woman of your dreams, and I wanted so much to send her to you. I saw how lonely you were, and trust me, I know loneliness. My heart broke for you, and in compassion I sent three messengers to invite you to my party. I wanted to introduce you to your wife in person. When you didn’t show up, I knew there wasn’t much else I could do. I could host as many parties as I wanted, and send as many invitations as I could, but you would not come. If only you would have stepped out of the house, I could have given you everything you wanted and more.
I Still Love You Frederick,