He called himself Ish. I would see him walking all around Jackson, MS in his three-piece and wearing that crazy umbrella hat. To be honest I took him to be just another nutcase among many wandering that city- that is- until I gave him a ride. I was feeling “generous” that day and thought I would offer to help him out.
Almost immediately upon him entering my truck I knew it was me who was going to be helped. To thank me for the ride he began singing a hymn accompanied by the skillful playing of spoons. As weird as that sounds it was actually very well done.
Then we started to talk.
Once he found out that I was a preacher- he began preaching. He asked me if I knew of “The Church of the Frigidaire.” “Nope” I replied. “Dr. Jack Frost” is their pastor he said. “Cold hearts, cold hands, cold shoulders and cold feet” made up their membership he claimed. As I chuckled he stared me down and warned, “Don’t go being a part of no Church of the Frigidaire now.” Then he asked me to stop and he got out. And that was that.
I have thought about Ish quite often since then. Could I have entertained an angel unaware? I have read of trumpets in heaven, but spoons? lol
I got his message. I think you get it too.
Don’t go being a part of no Church of the Frigidaire now- you hear?