ABOUT THE TITLE
"May I join you?" I asked the Lady sitting next to me.
“Well sure… My name is Annabelle Lee.” She said with a sweet smile
“…and I’m Joey,” I murmured in a faint voice unsure of what I was about to do.
I chanced upon this mentally deranged woman in one of my coffee breaks at Dunkin Donuts. I was then groping in the dark as to what title I would give this book. Five pages of suggestions from famous and brilliant minds served as my map, but I felt lost all the more.
I offered her a glass of Coke and a piece o choco-filled donut as I listened attentively to her rapid soliloquy. I glanced at the picture of my Hapag Painting while alertly following her every word in the hope that I might catch some good lines… I saw her speaking to some imaginary friends. She heard voices. Tension swelled in me as I realized we were in a group. She was talking to Edgar Allan Poe and Leo Tolstoy. I felt so afraid. She had wild swings between sanity and insanity. She grabbed the picture of the Hapag close to her eyes and squinted.
“This strikes me as the Poor kids’ Last Supper…” She examined it more closely again like a jeweler, and then stared at me.
“You know my friend, they are actually not poor…”
“What You’re the only one who said that.” I wondered smiling at her chilling remark. And she continued.
“…because they have Jesus.”
THEY HAVE JESUS
There I was struck. That line has stayed with me because it was so heartrending. I had been searching for it got so long. It took a few seconds. It was from this “beautiful mind” that I heard and felt what the Beatitudes were all about. Emmanuel. God with us. True to the nature of God of reversals and surprises, I was confronted again with His goodness. I felt like a crazy fool talking to that woman, but I sensed a mysterious presence of God.
I believe she also has Jesus