The Rusty Car

The Rusty Car

A car transport trailer pulled up to the house with ten cars.
The driver got out and rang the doorbell. Clad only in a
housecoat and slippers, the owner of the house answered the
door.

"I have two Rolls Royce's, two Ferraris, a Bentley, a Cadillac,
a Mercedes, a Corvette, a Porsche, and an old Impala. All of
the cars are brand new except for the Impala," the driver of the
transport trailer said.

"What are you parked in front of my house for?" the homeowner
asked?

"The cars are for you. You have an anonymous benefactor who
has given you ten cars. There is no charge, there is no
obligation, you don't even have to say thanks. If you don't
want the cars, I can take them back immediately and tell him to
never send you anything again and he won't," said the driver.

The homeowner was both puzzled and excited. Who was this
person? Who in the world would give such valuable gifts without
a single string attached? Looking at the shiny new cars the
excitement grew.

"Will you sign this delivery receipt and this form that gives
you the titles to all of the cars?" the driver asked.

"Sure," the homeowner said. It was like winning the lottery.

With the titles freshly in hand the homeowner went to inspect
the newfound treasures more closely.

"Wow!" the homeowner thought examining each car as they
gleamed and shined in the bright sunlight.

"Magnificent, and I didn't have to pay one dime for them," said
the homeowner.

Then the homeowner approached the Impala. It was old and had
seen its better days decades ago. The paint was rusted. The
tires were worn. It didn't even look like it would run.

"Why in the world did he give me this?" the homeowner wondered.

Then the homeowner began to get angry.

"Does he think that I would drive around in a piece of junk like
that? It's ugly compared to the rest of these fine cars. What
was his purpose in giving me that?"

Just then an older neighbor passed by. He stopped at the
transport truck and admiringly viewed the cars. He inspected
each one carefully, one by one, the Rolls, the Ferraris, but
only the old Impala arrested his attention.

"My goodness, I used to have one of these when I was young," the
old neighbor recalled with a wishful look in his eyes.

Although he admired the other cars, he had no real interest in
them. His eyes were fixed on the Impala. "Would you by any
chance consider selling it? I'll pay you whatever you want for
it."

The anger at the old car was abated as the homeowner thought,
"This is too good to be true. Nine new cars and now someone
wants to buy this piece of junk."


That's the end of this story.

Don't understand it?

It's a parable.

"About what?"

It's about old men and women and a Big God . We sometimes we don’t think like the young generation .
Years have taught us what sin in our lifes cost us . So next time you talk to dad ,mother or Grandfather or grandmother remember . We are just a old Impala , make from best steel this country every made . We been through the test of time , We seen name it and claim it . We seen everything man can come up with .
But we know there only one way , is to be born by the Blood of Jesus , and take his cross and follow him . There are no short cuts . So find yourself a old Impala and listen to what they have to tell you .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless