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Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Sharonita was the rage. She was on the cover of every fashion magazine, on the cover of every woman's magazine, and even on the cover of Time. No fashion designer dare design a fashion she would not wear. Her beauty and glamour were beyond imagination. Mobbed by reporters, fans, and hanger's-on everywhere she went, she was one of the most famous people on the planet. She would spend hours prepping in front of a mirror and then say "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? Me, me, me, me." Then she'd laugh thinking about how she was so far above everyone else. In Sharonita's mind, she was untouchable. At 26 she was worth millions from endorsements, appearances, and investments. Nothing could stop her. She was cold, arrogant, rude, and nasty. She even maintained an enemies list, waiting for any opportunity to make her enemies pay. She spent her non-working hours bent on self-destruction with drugs, alcohol, and unprotected sex with whomever she chose. However, Sharonita was in for a surprise.

Because of decades of remodeling, in Sharonita's mansion built in the early 1920's, there was a door inside her closet that led nowhere. She could open the door but there was only a wall immediately behind the door. In her drunken and druggie haze she would often open the door, laugh, and say "Is anyone home?" However, one evening as she was preparing to go out on the town with her entourage and her hanger's-on, she opened the door and the wall was gone. Inside the door was another room. The room had no discernible walls, no discernible ceiling, and no discernible lighting but the room was still illuminated from an unknown source. About ten feet from the door in the room sat two rocking chairs. In one of the chairs sat a woman with stringy hair and whose appearance was repulsive from sores, boils, and scars covering her face, arms, and legs. The other rocking chair was empty. As Sharonita stood stunned at the sight of a room where only a wall had been, the other woman said, "Come in Shar, and have a seat." At this, Sharonita did not know what to do. No one ever knew her nickname except her mother and grandmother. As Sharonita looked closer, the other woman looked a lot like her mother and in addition to being horribly scarred and covered in sores, looked to be in horrible health. Sharonita's reply to the invitation was "Who are you? What are you doing here? Where did this room come from? What do you want?" The woman invited Sharonita in again with a little more emphasis and Sharonita stepped over the threshold only to hear a slight ping sound coming from behind her. When Sharonita turned around to look at the door, the door was gone. The other woman said, "Don't worry about it, Shar. You're in a safe place. Come over here and sit down." Sharonita shook her head "no" but with no door by which to leave she walked a few steps and sat down. Sharonita again asked the question, "Who are you and what do you want?" The woman replied, "Shar, look at me, don't you recognize me?" Sharonita shook her head "no" because although the woman looked familiar, Sharonita had no idea who she was. The other woman smiled and said, " Sharonita, your right hand hurts from punching out one of your beauticians the other day. In your purse, you are carrying around a little kids bracelet you found the in limo last week. The little mark inside your right palm is a tattoo you put there under the oak tree on South Street when you were 13 when you were part of the Oak Tree Sisterhood with three other girls. You pledged to keep the secret about the tattoo for life. You never told and neither did Janie, Rosie, and Barb. When you were sixteen you wrote love letters to the boy down the street named Jonathan. You put the letters inside the wall of your bedroom so no one would ever find them. Shar, I know everything about you. There isn't anything about you I don't know." Sharonita was silent. For a person well-known for her screaming fits of anger and mouthing off with expletives, Sharonita was absolutely speechless. The woman continued. "The guy you thought about bringing home with you last night is carrying a sexually transmittable disease. If you bed down with him you will die before you are thirty. In dieing, you will break out in sores and bleed to death from sores covering your body. You will be an ogre on the outside just like you are an ogre right now on the inside. Do you know who I am Shar?" Sharonita shook her head "no" and whispered "No." The other woman said, "I am here to warn you. I am here to try and get you to change back to who you were before you lost your mind to modeling, sex, drugs, alcohol, and endless self-destruction. You had a great home life. You had kind and loving parents. You grew up with a strong church tradition. Your dad was an elder. Your mother taught Sunday school. I know losing them in the auto accident was a horrific blow to you at the age of eighteen. Losing them was more than you could bear then and thinking about it now, losing them is more than you can bear now. But living like you are now is not the way to handle your grief. You are not who you are now. You are not an ogre on the inside although you feel devastated all the time. You need to change, Shar. You need to change." At hearing these words Sharonita was doubled over in pain with her head on her knees weeping. The only words Sharonita could utter between the sobs were, "I hurt. I hurt. I hurt." The other woman, said, "Shar, you don't have to hurt. You can get help. But you have to change. For your sake and for the sake of millions of others, go back to being who you really are. Shar, look at me again. Don't you know who I am?" Again, Sharonita shook her head "no". The woman replied, "I am an ogre to look at. I have scars all over my body. I am no model. You don't recognize me. Shar, unless you change you will look like me. Shar, I am you in four years!" At this, Sharonita put her head on her knees again sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly Sharonita heard the little ping again. She looked around and the woman was gone. The door was back as it was. Sharonita got up from the rocking chair, walked through the door and as she walked back into her closet she heard the ping again. Sharonita looked back and saw the wall in place behind the door.

Sharonita grabbed her cell phone, dialed her agent, and told him to cancel all her appointments and appearances because she was going back to Norrisville to see her family, her friends, and the pastor of her church.

Luke 15:11 Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them. 13 "Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything. 17 "When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. So he got up and went to his father. "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. (NIV

A facetious story giving wisdom

This story first appeared in July, 2005, in the Virtual  Church web site at http://www.findthepower.com

 

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