The news of the engagement between Jessica and Devon spread like wildfire through the congregation. Everyone was thrilled about the long-awaited news. Members of the congregation kept coming up to them in the hallways, saying how pleased they were and wishing the couple all the best. One morning Devon saw Michele lane, one of his X girlfriend’s walking down the hall after church. Not for the first time in the five years since he had gotten saved he thanked God for where the Lord had brought him from. He didn’t say anything to her when he saw her, but he silently wondered if she had changed her ways, he didn’t think so and he made a mental note to pray for her.
Michele Lane’s life had become extremely boring. Her latest rendezvous had ended in disaster. She had seduced the boyfriend of one of her best friends and then had been caught by the friend herself. Now since the little Miss Goody Two Shoes had told all of her friends what she had done, no one would talk to or even look at her.
If Michele were to be honest however, not only had she lost her game where men were concerned, but she’d felt empty for the last couple months like she needed something more than she was getting. Without thinking one Sunday she went up for prayer; when Michele reached the front of her line she was surprised to see that Devon was the leader that would be praying for her. While he had his hand on her head she had a brilliant idea, an idea that would put her back in with her friends. “Bye,” she smiled sweetly at him.
On Monday afternoon, when Devon came back from his meeting with the other leaders, he had just sat down at his computer to check his email when he heard a knock at his door.
“Come in,” he called. To his surprise, in walked Michele. “Oh Michele, what can I do for you?”
“That’s all? You’re not even going to ask how I am or what I have been doing since you saw me last?”
“I may have moved up in the world,” he said, “And I may have gotten my act together but I still can make a pretty good guess about the answers to those two questions. Now, do you have an appointment? Because if you don’t, I suggest you leave this minute.”
Michele pretended not to hear him and took a seat on the chair adjacent to his desk.
“Nice office. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought you had actually changed.”
“Listen Michele, I don’t know what game you’re playing, and I don’t know which one of your boyfriends has dumped you, but whatever you came here for, or whatever you’re seeking to do here, I don’t live at that address any more and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”
“Oh really,” she said, getting up from her chair and walking around to his desk. Devon shot up out of his chair and reached for the phone but by this time she had taken a seat on his desk and was now blocking the phone.
“Don’t worry, just relax. I won’t tell Miss Goody Goody or anyone else in that group of yuppies.” To Devon’s horror Michele started unbuttoning her shirt. “Just think of the fun we used to have back in the old days; don’t you remember?”
Unbeknownst to Michele, Jessica was on her way to Devon’s office to take him out for lunch. Devon crossed his fingers and hoped that Jessica would be there soon. Meanwhile Michele was moving closer to Devon.
“Take it easy baby, no one will ever know but the two of us.” When Michele got close enough to him Devon pushed her away. Just as Michele went sailing into the desk, Jessica walked into the room. Devon carefully stepped from behind the desk and gave Jessica the biggest hug that he could. Immediately Jessica got the picture and hugged Devon back as hard. They embraced for longer then usual. By this time Michele had made her way to the front of the desk and Devon took Jessica’s hand and led her over to where Michele was standing.
“Oh Michele, have you met my oh-so-fine fiancée, Jessica?”
Michele swallowed hard. “No, I don’t believe I have.”
“I’m Jessica Morris, oops I mean Jessica Silverman! Sometimes I forget that we’re not married yet.”
Just then Michele realized that her shirt was still unbuttoned; she quickly buttoned it.
“Nice to meet you,” she said in a choked voice.
“Jessica dearest,” Devon said in his sweetest voice. “I was just explaining to Michele here the meaning of commitment but she seems to have an extremely hard time understanding it. Would you be so kind as to show her what I mean?”
Totally getting Devon’s drift, Jessica slowly walked up as close to Michele’s face as she could get, and put up her left hand and wiggled her ring finger. The ring looked beautiful, glinting in the sunlight that was coming from the window. After approximately ten seconds Jessica stepped back and let Devon put his arm round her.
“I hope that makes it clear. You know, I feel sorry for people like you, lost souls who don’t know who they are. They try to find happiness every other way but the Lord, who is the only true source of happiness. You try friends, money, sex, but nothing seems to make you happy. I know that because, as you know, I used to be right where you are, thinking that I knew everything, thinking I could take care of myself and that I didn’t need anyone. Yet in the deepest parts of my soul I knew I needed something. I’ll bet you anything that when you go home at night without all your make up and your men, you cry yourself to sleep.”
Michele rolled her eyes in disgust.
“You don’t have to say anything: I know you do, and I pray that one day you’ll find out that all that stuff is worth nothing in the end. And the only thing that will give you peace and joy is the Lord. He’s just waiting for you to realize that and to let Him in. Until you realize that however, I will tell you this: if you ever think of pulling a stunt like this again I will personally see to it that you don’t step through these church doors again. Do you understand?”
“Good.” With that, Michele knew she was defeated and walked out of the room.