THE DEEP, DARK PIT
A man fell into a pit and couldn’t get himself out.
A subjective person came along and said, “I feel for
you down there.”
An objective person walked by and said, “It’s logical
that someone would fall down there.”
A Pharisee said, “Only bad people fall into pits.”
A mathematician calculated how deep the pit was.
A news reporter wanted the exclusive story on the
An IRS agent asked if he was paying taxes on the pit.
A self-pitying person said, “You haven’t seen
anything until you’ve seen my pit.”
A fire-and-brimstone preacher said, “You deserve
A Christian Scientist observed, “The pit is just in your
A psychologist noted, “Your mother and father are to
blame for your being in that pit.”
A self-esteem therapist said, “Believe in yourself and
you can get out of that pit.”
An optimist said, “Things could he worse.”
A pessimist claimed, “Things will get worse.”
“Jesus, seeing the man, took him by the hand and
lifted him out of the pit.”
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army
uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way
through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart
he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His
interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida
library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not
with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the
margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and
In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's
name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her
address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter
introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. Shortly
thereafter he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.
During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each
other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile
heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a
photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it
wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came
for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting
- 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York.
"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing
on my lapel."
So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he
loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
A young woman was coming toward him, her figure long and
slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her
eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle
firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime
come alive. Mr. Blanchard started toward her, entirely forgetting
to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As he moved, a small,
provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, soldier?" she
Almost uncontrollably he made one step closer to her, and then
he saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind
the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under
a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet
thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was
walking quickly away. Lt. Blanchard felt as though he was split in
two, so keen was his desire to follow her, and yet so deep was
his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned
him and upheld his own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump
face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and
John Blanchard did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small
worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify him to
her. This would not be love, he thought, but it would be
something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a
friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.
He squared his shoulders, saluted and held out the book to the
woman, even though while he spoke he felt choked by the
bitterness of his disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I
am so glad you could meet me. May I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile.
"I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but that
young lady in the green suit had begged me to wear this rose on
my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I
should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big
restaurant across the street.
She said it was some kind of test ...
God has said in his word that we would be tested.
This life is a test. We don't see God, but He is there watching.
You can be sure that the evil man is not getting away with his
You may say, "But men are getting away with evil all the time".
Remember God will let man do as he wills, but He will make