Scorned Invites

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 14 Dec 2017
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He invited his ‘friends’ to the party,
and then prepared it all.
When everything was ready,
he sent the usual call –
but they didn’t feel like going,
each made excuse, declined.
He felt repulsed, and angry,
instructed his servant to find
the poor, the blind, the crippled,
the homeless who gladly would
come, valuing what was on offer –
free gift of wonderful food!

[This week's IP:the party]

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

it's so awful when this happens. I remember when I was living in a block of flats and I invited loads of people to my 30th birthday, but only a few turned up, so to make the numbers up, I invited all the neighbours in my block, they came gladly and in the end we had a great time.

At times things don't always work out the way we plan them, so we just have to make the best of the moment.

Thoughtful poem.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Interesting experience, Jenny. It's nice if what you are offering is reallty being appreciated, not just 'I'd better go, so he'll come to my party' or just to keep on the good side of someone.

Actually I based it on one of Jesus' parables (Luke 14:15-24 in the Bible), where I think Jesus' point was that it's those who feel a need (hungry for his help) who'll bother to come to him to ask for and receive what he can give! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Rhiannon, Jenny, the poem and the comment stirred up memories....

Jenny you are more goodhearted than I sometimes am. When my younger one was one, I invited 2 of the Mother and toddler club mums and some neighbours who never showed to an afternoon kids birthday bash in my flat after we had a planned  outing to the soft play and ball pool at the leisure centre. Everything went wrong, one Mum made a giant tub of sickly ice cream that never fitted my little freezer box and turned to mush, the other mums kid bit a baby in the ball pool and she pretended it never happened, my video packed in and biter-kid's Dad who had dropped out of an engineering course at uni couldn't be bothered to fix it. When I was in the kitchen I said to my elder one in a very loud voice 'when the Hell are they going to go home' and lost 2 not very good friends.

On a more cheerful note, other parties I have given have all been better than this!

The Pope does his bit, giving out free food to people who are homeless and skint near the Vatican. So you, Jenny and his Holiness are both setting a good examplesmiley

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

What a tale, Elsie! That memory of that day has certainly stuck! I used to prefer having an extra child one at a time than trying to organise children's parties, I'm afraid, and so I can imagine myself in a spiralling diastrous situation!

Good when invites are appreciated properly, and it's quite a strength to be able to give, and to be able to receive from others, graciously, and not feel you have to 'repay' necessarily. Rhiannon