If Jesus Had a Cellphone..!

And in my mind’s eye, I picture scores of angels, running to Jesus with cellphones in their hands, “Lord!” says an old angel, impatience clearly in his voice, “Shall I tell her you’re busy, talking to a million and more?”

“Who’s it?” asks the Lord, even as He continues conversing to each one who calls on Him.

“Someone who just wants to wish you good morning! You don’t have time for such Jesus! You’re busy with the problems of the earth!”

“Ah that good morning, is what I wait for!” smiles Jesus as He takes the ten millionth cell phone and speaks into it.

As the other angels look on, a young angel runs in with another phone, “A devastated mother Lord!” he whispers, wings flapping in agitation, “You have no time to hear her crying, she just saw her son, taking drugs!”

“Let me listen to her!” says the Lord, “She needs to know I’m there for her!”

And as I watch my Lord listening to millions, nay billions on phones the angels rush to Him with, I hear voices, singing a song I love, a quartet that sang in the church of my childhood:

‘Well you talk about important people that you say you know

Presidents and superstars of big television shows

Well I know someone personally who’s bigger than ’em all

And next to him your superstars look mighty small

And I have a talk with him each day and he’s interested in every word I say

No secretary ever tells me he’s been called away, I talk to Jesus every day

Well now I don’t think that I’ll ever be in any Hall of Fame

And the social register of wealthy folks might drop my name

But my name is written in the book of life I’m proud to say

And that’s all that really matters anyway.

And I talk to Jesus every day and he’s interested in every word I say

No secretary ever tells me he’s been called away

I talk to Jesus every day,

I talk to Jesus every day’

And as the strains of the earthly song, by the Gatt Quartet cease, I peep into heaven and see a frenzy, “What is it?” I wonder as again I behold my Jesus and his billion cellphones, and then I hear an angel screaming, running to our Lord, “Jesus, it’s an unknown number!”

And suddenly in the heavenly realms there reigns a hush as the Lord gently takes the phone and whispers into it, “My child, I’ve been waiting for your call! Speak!”

And from every quarter of heaven the angels sing, their angelic voices rising in crescendo as an unknown number, calls home.

Are you that unknown number Jesus is waiting for?