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Entertaining Angels Unawares - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time, there lived a little girl named Sally. She had very rich parents and she was the richest girl in her school.
   Sally had lots of toys and dolls at home but she often took a new one to school each day not because she badly needed to but because she just enjoyed showing off to all the other girls in her class. She didn’t make it obvious that she was showing off. She made it look like she’s so rich and her bedroom is so full and overflowing with toys that accidentally a new toy no one in her class has never seen before falls into her school bag.
   One day in heaven, God decided to give a really big blessing to every little boy and girl in the city which Sally lived because a small group of intercessors in a local church had been praying fervently for the kids in their city. But God decided he would do something different but not usual for him to do. He was going to test every kid in the city. If they pass the test they would get the special blessing.
   In Sally’s case, God sent an angel in the form of a little poor girl to Sally while Sally was playing in the park one day. The little poor girl asked Sally if she could let her play with only one of her dolls but Sally said, “NO” even though she came with 12 dolls to the park and 3 cute pink teddy bears to play with.
   The little poor girl asked Sally again to please let her play with one of her dolls but Sally refused.
   The more the little poor girl begged the more Sally refused.
   An hour later the little poor girl gave up, stood up, and started to walk away but she looked back at Sally over her shoulder and said; “YOU HAVE JUST MISSED YOUR MOMENT OF VISITATION.”
   Sally was puzzled at the remark. She didn’t know what it meant. But then she taught, “Why am I bothering to even understand what she said, she’s just a poor and irrelevant little girl?” So Sally brushed all thoughts of the little poor girl aside and continued to play with her dolls.
   The very next day Sally went back to school and she taught she must have been having a dream or a nightmare (if that’s what you call seeing other people’s progress).
   Everyone in Sally’s class was wearing new clothes and had new toys to play with.
   It turned out that God tested all of Sally’s class mates too but unlike Sally they passed their tests so God rewarded them by: giving their Dad’s promotions in their jobs so they can buy them more stuff, or making a distant relative send them gifts, or giving them a miracle they badly needed that had nothing to do with finances, or some other wonderful thing.
   That day as Sally went home, she met her Dad who was very very angry with her. Sally’s school teacher had called Sally’s Dad and had told him about her school grades which happened to be falling.
   Sally’s Dad blamed it on Sally playing too much so he took away every single one of Sally’s toys saying to himself that now she can’t spend all her time playing her grades would have to improve.
   Now anytime Sally went to school she had no more toys in her school bag because she had none in her bedroom but the other girls had toys in their bedrooms and a few of them brought their toys to school with them to play with them – Not so they can show off but because they really wanted to play with them during recess.
 

THE END

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