A House On The Hill, A Modern
As the sun came up, Hannah was quietly making her exit as usual.
She followed the worn path that led down the hill and, as she descended, the mud began
to build up on her sneakers.
At the bottom, she made the familiar turn to the huge pile of
garbage and, with a smile and a wave, began to run to meet her friends. Even as her
friends scoured the mound, the huge trucks kept bringing more and more to add to the
For Hannah, it was usually an adventure but today it was different.
She searched all over for Lisa but could not find her best friend. As she scanned the
mountain of garbage for her friend, she noticed, for the first time, the other kids
picking up things and putting them in their mouths. It seemed odd to her but her mind
quickly returned to Lisa. She turned to head toward the tiny little village of homes
made from whatever could be found on the hill of garbage. She sloshed her way through
the muddy paths until she came to Lisas little shanty. As she pulled back the tattered
sheet that was used as a door, she noticed Lisa lying on the cot. Today, Lisa barely
moved at the sight of her friend. As Hannah sat down on the edge of the cot, she noticed
a small scrap of paper that was clasped in Lisas hand. Today, Lisa was worse and could
not even get up to go to the hill for food. Hannah sat with her and just stared as she
watched her friend slowly fade away. As she saw Lisas chest stop rising and falling,
she pulled the scrap of paper from her hand. She was just able to make out the words
through the dirt from the hill. She read about a promised house with many rooms and of a
promise to prepare a place for you. She continued on and read of a promise to come back.
Finally, she read You know the way to the place where I am going.
Hannah left her friend and clutched the paper as she headed back up
the path to her home. As she entered the door, she was met yet again with a scowl as she
tracked the mud onto the beautiful granite tile of the kitchen. The scowl quickly left
as her mother saw the tears run down Hannahs face and saw her little arm holding out
the scrap of paper. Hannah asked mommy where is this place and where did Lisa go?
Twenty Years Later...
Hannah was startled as the attendant touched her arm and said we
have another friend. She had been sitting in the chair on the patio gazing over the
hill at the green field below. She arose and went through the house to the front entry.
A few moments later the social workers car pulled up and Hannah rushed to open the
door. She greeted the little girl with a big hug and they turned to enter the home. As
they passed under the sign that said Hannahs Friends they entered the large doors.
They stopped for a second in front of the old pictures on the wall of the entryway and a
tear rolled down Hannahs face. The black and white photos showed a huge mountain of
garbage and a tiny little shanty town.
Her day came to a close in the same way that it had for the last
twenty years. Hannah opened the worn Bible that had been beside her bed. She read again
the words of 1
Corinthians Chapter 4 and fell asleep with a vision of Lisa that really never
left her mind.