When Johnny got home, the phone rang and it was Mr. Christopherson on the phone.
“Johnny, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine Mr. Christopherson, how are you? Is there something that I can do for you?” asked Johnny.
“There sure is, Johnny. I have a favor to ask of you.”
Johnny responded, “Sure Mr. Christopherson, what is it?”
The voice on the telephone continued, “Could you help me act out a Bible story tomorrow? We are going to do the story of the Unforgiving Servant and I need a couple of you kids to help me with it. Would you be willing to do that for me?”
Johnny replied enthusiastically, “Wow! You bet Mr. Christopherson. I’d love to help!”
“Great Johnny, thank you. Take some time to read the story tonight before you go to bed so you will know it for tomorrow. You can find it in Matthew chapter 18, verses 23 through 34. Can you do that for me?” asked Mr. Christopherson.
“Absolutely, I wrote the reference down and I will read the story through a couple of times tonight. Thanks for asking me to help, Mr. Christopherson!” he said.
“You bet, Johnny. I knew that I could count on you. I’ll see you in the morning.” Mr. Christopherson said.
“Yes sir, Mr. Christopherson. Goodnight.” Johnny hung the phone and then wondered what part he was going to play.
After dinner, Johnny went to his room so that he could read the story that Mr. Christopherson asked him to read. He picked up his Bible and read it through three times, wondering which part he was going to play. He hoped that it was not going to be that unforgiving servant.
That evening while Johnny was getting ready for bed, his thoughts bounced back and forth between the bicycle in the window at Anderson’s Hardware, Uncle Klaus saying that he wanted to help Johnny get the money to buy the bike and the Bible story that he had read.
By the time that he said his bedtime prayers and laid down to go to sleep, the bike and Uncle Klaus and the Bible story were running into each other in his head, each demanding his attention…the next thing he knew was someone was shaking him.
“Jonathon! Jonathon! Wake up; the king wants to see you. He wants to see you NOW!”
Johnny rolled over away from the voice and said, “I don’t care who it is, I just got to sleep and want to go back to sleep. Whoever it is can wait until morning.”
The shaking kept on and the voice was even more excitedly trying to get his attention,
“Jonathan it is the KING, you have to get up and go to see him immediately or he will throw you into prison.”
Johnny was finally starting to wake up and understand what was being said. He rolled over to the edge of the bed, sat up and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw shocked and confused him. Instead of his neat and spacious bedroom with modern furniture, he saw a rough stone floor, with rough wooden furniture.
The person trying to wake him up looked a lot like Jimmy Barski, but he had a really funny haircut and was wearing some kind of dress and sandals.
He was too shocked at first to say anything, but then Johnny tried to speak again and was able to say, “Who are you and where am I?”
“Oh Jonathan, you are always a jester, but now is not the time for His Majesty the King has called for all of his servants that he has loaned money to. He loaned you enough to buy that chariot that you are always racing around in. I am guessing that he wants to know when he is going to get paid back.”
Johnny was still trying to get his bearings and was wondering what Jimmy Barski was doing in his dream. He was sure that this was a dream. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that extra ice cream just before going to bed.
“Who are you,” Johnny asked. “Who am I? Have you taken leave of your senses?”
“Who am I? Have you taken leave of your senses?”
“Um, no,” Johnny said scratching his head.
“I am your brother James. Now, PLEASE, get up and go to the king. He is not a patient man.”
Johnny was beginning to realize that he was going to have to go along with Jimmy –or- James as he was calling himself. He reached down for his shoes and realized that all he had was a pair of leather sandals and he was wearing the same type of dress that Jimmy was. Not wanting to make any more of a fuss, he slipped his feet into the sandals and secured the straps.
Then he stood up and said, “I am feeling none too well, please lead me, brother.”