Rent to Own

by Steve Ray on October 31, 2005

The Father knocks on my door, seeking a home for his Son.
“Rent is cheap,” I say.

“I don't want to rent, I want to buy,” says God.
“I'm not sure I want to sell, but please come in to look around.“
“I think I will,” says God.
“I might let you have a room or two,” I say.
“I like it,” says God. “I'll take the two rooms. You might decide to give me more some day. I can wait,” says God.
“I'd like to give you more, but it a bit difficult. I need some space for me,” I say.
“I know,” says God, “but I'll wait; I like what I see.”
“Hmm, Maybe I can let you have another room. I really don't need that much.“
“Thanks,” says God. “I'll take it. I like what I see.“
“I'd like to give you the whole house, but I'm not sure.“
“Think on it,” says God; “I would not put you out. Your house would be mine and my son would live in it. You'd have more space than you've ever had before.“
“But, I don't understand at all,” I say.
“I know,” says God, “but I can't tell you about that. You have to discover it for yourself. That can only happen if you let me have the whole house.“
“That’s a bit risky,” I say.
“Yes,” says God, “but try me.“
“I'm not sure. I'll let you know.“
“I can wait,” says God. “I like what I see.”

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