[CS-FSLUG] NI: The Stranger
Fred A. Miller
fmiller at lightlink.com
Thu Oct 20 15:52:16 CDT 2005
A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our town.
From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon
invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and
was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.
As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. Mom taught me to
love the Word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it, but the stranger was our
storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures,
mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole
family spellbound for hours each evening.
He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bill and me to our
first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the
movies, and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars.
The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind, but sometimes
Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of
his stories of faraway places, go to her room, read her Bible and pray. I
wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.
You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but this
stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was
not allowed in our house-not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our
longtime visitor, however, used occasional four-letter words that burned
my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was
never confronted.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home, not even for
cooking, but the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to
other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.
He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes
blatant, sometimes suggestive and generally embarrassing. I know now that my
early concepts of the man/woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.
As I look back, I believe it was because of the grace of God that the stranger
did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.
More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young
family on Morningside Drive. But if I were to walk into my parents' den
today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone
to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?
We always just called him TV.
~Author Unknown~
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