#1 - An Encounter with the Rich and Famous

Ordinary man steals the spotlight from celebrities

SHORT STORIES OF GRACE

KP Jaskula, Joanna Jaskula

2/13/20242 min read

An encounter with the rich and famous

I forgot something, so I had to go look for it. As I went back, I noticed a crowd of people by the hundreds walking toward me. I knew there was a concert that took place nearby. I needed to take a shortcut quickly. Luckily, I knew where I was. I took a right, went down the stairs to an underground entrance, and then grabbed the doorknob and turned it. The door was locked and that was very good. I pulled my keys from my pocket and opened the door. I locked myself in. There was some light, but I didn't give it much thought as I was going toward more stairs. It was an old auditorium hidden underground.

As I was walking past the seats toward the front of the stage, I was surprised to see two individuals in the corner of my left eye. As I looked, our eyes met. They were both wearing silver jewelry on their wrists and around their necks and the lady was in high heels and a long yet revealing gown. They were probably hiding from the paparazzi.

The man asked me who I was. I knew who they were, so I answered, "I guess you are coming from that foul concert. I know one person who deserves the spotlight. Unfortunately, many people don't know Him."

The woman asked in a demeaning tone, "Who is that person?"

I said, "He is the risen Lord Jesus Christ!"

Nonplussed, she replied, "Oh, right, him. I've been a Christian all my life."

Her husband interjected, "We're good. Listen, we're late for a party, so see ya later."

I warned them, "God doesn't approve of the witchcraft that you two just performed on stage. "Don’t you realize that those who do wrong will not inherit the Kingdom of God? Don’t fool yourselves. Those who indulge in sexual sin, or who worship idols, or commit adultery, or are male prostitutes, or practice--"

Angrily, the lady cut me off with a swipe of her hand. "Bigot!" the man muttered, and they started walking toward the exit door. I prayed to Jesus in the hope they would come to their senses because no one is promised tomorrow. The quiet fell like a stage curtain as they left the room.

I continued walking past the seats and I went past a thick door into a small room to the right of the stage. "Oh, here's where I left my glasses." After that, I went home.

On the following morning, I was waiting in line for the bus. I overheard whispers. Putting the fragments together, I realized the celebrities that I was talking to the night before had died in a car crash early that morning. They refused to listen to their final warning. And now, they were in the shadows of unending misery in hell as they await their final judgment by the Lord Jesus Christ Himself.

Written by KP Jaskula + Edited by Joanna Jaskula