Let’s Make a Deal! By Jo Russell

Anxious to be noticed in the crowded television audience, the woman was outfitted in a bright yellow fuzzy suit with orange feet the size of  beach umbrellas. She chirped nosily through a varmint caller and bounced up and down in her seat while waving her wings to the melody.

Sure enough, the Master of Ceremonies pointed and cried, “Come on up, Tweedy Bird!” She bounced, shrieking up to the stage.

What could be a more perfect companion than another contestant decked out as Sylvester Cat? “Come on up!” the M.C. invited.

The band played a rockin’ tune while Tweedy Bird flapped her size 24s on the stage, swayed  and waved her tail like a chorus line pro. Sylvester tried hard, but didn’t quite make the cut. He fell off the stage into row one on top of Paul Bunyon, Babe, and the costumed cast of “Cowboys and Aliens.”
“Tweedy Bird, are you ready to make a deal? I’ll give you $$$$$ and a gift
certificate to your favorite grocers or….You can choose the mystery box!”

From there, Tweedy Bird jumped with excitement. The box could contain nothing or everything! Would she risk everything on the box or go home with the money? The crowd swayed with anticipation. Some swallowed their gum. Some bit their nails. The moment was tense.

“Ohhhhhh.” came a moan when Tweedy Bird chose the box and it only contained a chocolate-chip granola bar. No new four-wheel-drive Tweedy-Mobile. No vacation to Taongi Island. No diamond toe-rings.
This account is fictionalized based on my very limited view of seeing cable at the gym. The purpose of the blog is to teach, not to offend.

Early in my relationship with God, I was out to make a deal. “If you do this, I will do that.” I prayed for God to intervene when I had been dating a man who told me he didn’t like and didn’t want kids. But I was sure with God’s help, I could turn him around with how cute and well behaved my twins were. Instead, in a public place where he volunteered his time, his dislike intensified when mine both broke out in bellows and I had to take the toddlers out of the building.
Without having to put on a costume for God to notice, we are all picked to make a choice of a safe offer or the mystery box. It’s a matter of trust. The mystery box is filled to the brim with bonuses. Unlike the game show, no one gets a peek.

The contents of the mystery box are uncovered in Jesus’ own words: “No one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age (homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields, and with them, persecutions) and in the age to come, eternal life.” Mark 10:29-30 [NIV].

It is a risk worth taking. What choice have you made today?

[Jo Russell is a Christian teacher, speaker, author of many articles, contributor to several anthologies, and Which Button Do You Push to Get God to Come Out? A Humorous Devotional for Women, Intermedia Publishing, 2011. For more chuckles, keep checking  her weekly blog on Button-to-God.com.]

One comment

  1. JoRussell says:

    Thanks for your comments. The editor who checks every piece before it is posted is a logical-sequential person whose ideal Bible study is one hour spent on two verses. Directly opposite of that is me. I have been tagged as “so right brained it should be against the law.” So whatever learning style works best for you, I hope that the eventual outcome is that you do develop a trust and relationship with God, or a higher power, if you are not ready to accept the G word. Best of success on your journey! Jo R.

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