Poor Mr. Ringer

Friday, June 18, 2021

One night, a woman named Mrs. Ringer came home and, to her horror, found a strange man lying asleep in her bed. She called the police. When they arrived, they violently apprehended the man. At that point, Mrs. Ringer recognized him - it was her husband, Mr. Ringer. He had just gone to the barber shop and had his mustache shaved off. Without his mustache, he became unrecognizable to her. Are you like Mr. Ringer? Do you appear to be a stranger in your own house? Maybe you're rarely home, spending most of your time at the office, neglecting your family. Or maybe you're at home, but you're tuning them out - sitting in front of television, busy doing other things, not relating to them. Have you put up a wall and stopped sharing your heart? Stop being a stranger in your own house or you'll likely end up with a broken home, broken hearts, a dead marriage, and a life of emptiness, loneliness, and regret. Go home, open the door and open your heart. And you'll never find yourself surrounded by a team of hostile policemen in your bedroom - as did Mr. Ringer.

From Message #794 - The Home Front