Preface
The Cup of Jesus is a fictional story of my thoughts on what could have been the reason and what was in the Cup of Jesus which is talked about in the Bible. I believe the Cup is a spiritual Cup. It was a physical Cup also in all the stories in the Bible. The Cup is something every man or women will have to drink out of, before they meet God. This is Jesus Cup! Jesus said we would all drink out of his Cup. What is in that Cup when I drink it? Is what is in that Cup when I drink, the same as when Jesus drank out of the Cup. This Story tells one man’s search for what is in the Cup of Jesus. This is a long story which is written for my nephew Aaron who has cancer and going through treatment which is really bad on him. I hope he receives something from this. I pray for his healing and love him so much. This is a long story not just a blog. It is written with a purpose for my brother’s family. Hope you enjoy if you can stand to read it all.
THE CUP OF JESUS
We are setting in the waiting room waiting to see the doctor. My wife turns and says, “Abe, Are you doing OK?” I told her, “Yes, I think so”. I said, “I am concerned about my tests after all I have done to try and beat this battle”. She said, “I know”. They called Abraham Hixson. I get up and followed the nurse into the little room where doctors work. I look around and it’s so sterile. I turn to my wife and say, “Can I go alone”. She said, “If you want, I will wait outside”. I said, “Yes, I will be fine”.
The doctor comes into the room and I shake his hand. He starts talking and I am looking him straight in the eyes. He says, “You know you have cancer, it is terminal and I guess 4 to 6 months to live.” It’s cold right now. I feel alone and like I am in a dream. My elbows go to my knees. I grow numb and my senses go away. I see, hear, smell, and feel nothing at this moment. The doctor is polite and says they have ways to make me comfortable during this bad Time. I looked at him and said, “Well, nice to meet you”. I got up and walked out. The doctor said, “Hey Mr. Hixson”. I just kept on walking. I said, “call everything in I can have to my pharmacy.” I told the nurse, “Thank you”. The doctor stopped me and said, “Anything, or any questions please call”. I said, “Thank you and just order prescriptions for pain, please, please I don’t want to hurt in front of family”. I turned and walked out the door. I knew this was coming and thought I was prepared for the words. I was not! My legs are weak. My arms are weak. My mind is numb. This death I knew was coming and I thought I was prepared. I have to tell all my family. That is what hurts the most. They will be sad, upset, and crying. I really don’t want to even go home. I don’t want to talk to anyone who cares for me. I have terminal cancer and I am going to die within 4 to 6 months. The doctors have tried all they can and I have to live out my life with God and my families watching me go home. It is hard to imagine not being here on this earth. I get up every day and see all the wonders of everything that God has given me to see. I have everything a man could ever dream of having. I could never ask for anymore as a man except, more Time. It could happen, it’s up to God. I feel my body not responding to what it needs to respond. I walk outside the door to the doctor’s office and my wife comes out the door and says, “Abe, what did he say”. I told her the truth. I had actually forgotten she was in the doctor’s office. She grabs my arm and hugs me as tears start coming down her face. This is not what I wanted. I feel sadness for her, not me. I just hold her tight and pray that God watches over her and takes care of her.
It’s now time for a bucket list of one item. I have to make a choice from my brain and pick one place I want to go or do. The list has always been very short anyway. I choose, to take a trip about a Cup in South Dakota for years. I do not know if it’s a true story or not. I have read a few stories about this Cup. I think I am going. I first read about this strange death of a man in this small town in South Dakota. I didn’t think much about it until I also read in the same small town less than 40 years ago almost the same story was told and, the word stigmata was used. I dismissed this as just a tale but it stuck in my mind. Then one night I saw the old story by a writer in 1914 who told almost the exact same story. I made my decision to go. Of course my family will not like this. I have to go do something, not just set and die.
The town in South Dakota is called Onida. A small town with about 155 people living there in the late 1800’s. Today there are about 150 people living in this same small town. The town was built close to the Missouri River and commerce comes from frequent sports hunters and fishermen. When this town was first built in the in 1873 it was just a quiet town with nothing special except hunting and fishing. Onida was just a normal frontier town during the late 1800’s.
I decided to take a vacation to this town and see what the people had to say. I did not have any preconceived ideas of what to expect. What interested me the most was the Cup that was mentioned in every story. This Cup had to have something unique about it. The Cup was my main thought while driving to Onida. The trip took two days and I had never been that far north. It was April and from Oklahoma to South Dakota was a real change in the temperature. It seemed so much colder.
As I drove into the town I was really surprised to see nothing. There was a light in the middle of the town which flashed red both ways. I drove by a nice Cafe called the Becon Cafe. It was the only place in this town besides the filling station which had a convenience store inside. I stopped at the station and got out of the car. The town was like Avant where I grew up. I walked into the store and ask the clerk “Does the town have a motel or hotel to stay at.” He looked at me and said “About 8 miles down the road is a motel”. I said, “Thank you”. He then said, “It’s not your city motel, it’s where the hunters and fishermen stay and it might be full”. As I walked out of the store I looked all around. The feeling of my child hood began to bubble up inside me. It was quiet and just frame houses like it was from the past. I did notice the Becon Cafe and thought I will walk over there and just walk in to see the place. As I crossed the street I noticed no cars anywhere on the road. There were four cars in front of the Cafe and I noticed none of them were new. I walked up to the door and a sign said open on the door. I walked in the cafe and lady met me and asks, “Where I would like to sit.” I told her “I was not eating I just came in to look around.” I said, “I will take a Cup of coffee to go”. She said, “Sit here and I will get it”. I looked around and there in front of me was the Cup. I told her when she came back, “I am looking for the Cup, and do you know what I am talking about.” She looked at me and said, “There is the Cup, pointing to behind the cash register”. The Cup was encased in a large plastic case with the writing above it, THE CUP OF JESUS in big bold letters. I walked a little closer and looked at the Cup and ask her, “Do you know all the stories of this Cup.” She said, “I know what is written in the folder behind the Cup.” I ask her, “Who wrote the stories?” She said, “Many have written about what they have seen when the Cup is used”. I asked, “If I come back later can I read the stories?” She said, “Yes, anybody can read the stories but, I do not know if it is fact or fiction. But, you can read them when you come back”. I said, “Thank you”.
I went to find the motel and check in before dark. The man at the gas station did not lie. This was the motels we stayed in the 1950’s. It was one story, not painted very well and boats and pickups everywhere. I walked in the door and ask “Are there any rooms”. The man behind the desk said “Yes”. I told him, “I will take one”. He had me sign in and pay in advance. He ask, “How many days”. I told him, “At least 3 days”. He ask, “Are you going hunting or fishing”. I said, “Neither, I am here to see the Cup at the cafe”. After a long pause he said, “Be careful with the Cup, I know it’s the Cup Jesus drank out of at some Time.” I looked at him and said, “How do you know”. He said, “My father told me that was Jesus Cup, never touch or drink out of THE CUP OF JESUS”. I thought to myself, this man is serious. He believes this is Jesus Cup. I took the key and he said, “Remember what I have told you”. I said, “Thank you”. As I walked toward my room on the key it had the number 7. When I opened the door to my surprise, it was like I was walking into the past. The room had the smell, placement of bed, the TV, and a window at the back of the room. I felt like I stayed here before. The only difference was nobody was with me. I remember stopping as a family on trips that the rooms were exactly like this room.
It was late afternoon and I decided to rest for a while. I did not feel very good at all. I laid down and slept for about 2 hours and woke up feeling drained of all energy. I thought I needed to eat so I headed to the café for dinner. When I drove up to the cafe I was surprised to see 10 to 12 cars there. Where did they come from? I got out of my car and put on my oxygen with my little cart and walked into the cafe. Inside were all men who looked like they had just come from the outback. Camouflage coats and pants, and some were in overalls, not one person looked like they came from work. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and flip flops for shoes. Some turned around and looked but most just kept on talking and eating. It was loud and you could hear people laughing and cussing all over the cafe. I had never been in a place where nothing but true hunters was all together. I was surprised by the atmosphere of the complete setting. I stood still and the same lady as earlier in the day asked me, “Do you want to eat?” I said, “Yes”. She said, “I would have to sit at the counter”. I told her, “That would be fine”. So I walked over to the bar and there were some men eating at the bar but, I sat on the end seat. There were two stools between me and the man next to me. I opened the menu and remembered I need to eat pretty good cause there were no snacks later. I also thought I should stop by the gas station and get some snacks and drinks for later. I was setting on the stool closet to the cash register and looked up and there was the Cup. I just looked hard to see anything special about the Cup and could see nothing. Just a plain, common, maybe tin Cup I had seen when I grew up. Nothing special except you could tell it was real old. The waitress saw me just looking at the Cup and came over and said, “Oh, you are looking at the Cup.” I said, “Yes”. She said, “We close in about 20 minutes and she will show me the Cup”. I just starting eating my meal and looked at the Cup. The food was actually good. I ate a grilled cheese sandwich and fries with a Coke. I listened as people were checking out at the cash register and nobody even said one word about the Cup. I was surprised that no conversation or people even ask about the Cup. Then the last person left the Cafe I was excited to get to read the folder.
The lady came up to me and said, “I need to talk about the Cup and you should listen without asking questions until I am though talking.” I said, “Ok”. She was cleaning as she was talking and told me, “that only people who come into the Cafe and ask about the Cup will she talk about the Cup. The Cup is very weird and strange and I have no answers of why the Cup does what it does.” I thought to myself what could a Cup do? She had finished cleaning the tables and came around the counter and asked me, “Do you believe Jesus is the Son of God”. I said, “Yes”. She said, “I will show you the Cup and ask you not to talk about anything you see with anyone that does not live in the town”. I told her, “I don’t know anyone who lives in this town”. She answered, “You know me, and if you would have looked at my tag you would know my name”. I looked and her name was Susan. I said, “Hello Susan”. She asks, “What is your name?” I said, “Abraham Hixson”. She said, “Hello Abraham”. We both laughed at what she said. She said, “What I am going to show you is amazing and we do not know why?” She turned around and unlocked the door to the Cup and reached to get the Cup and gently and slowly took the Cup out of the case and sits it down in front of me. I looked at the Cup and it seemed plain, very simple and was one piece of metal, molded into the Cup it was. I also noticed there was liquid inside the Cup. The liquid was dark and I really didn’t think much about it cause I thought they were keeping it full to preserve the Cup. She picked up the Cup and said, “Watch this”. She goes over to the sink and cleans the Cup and wipes it clean and sits the Cup in front of me. She told, “Watch this”. I sat very still and all of a sudden the Cup started filling up again. In 15 seconds the Cup was as full as it was when she set it in front of me originally. I didn’t say a word. I just thought how this is possible. I ask, “Can I touch the Cup”. She told me “Yes.” I picked up the Cup and just looked into the liquid and it was just dark.” I started to smell of the liquid and Susan screamed, “NO”. I liked to jump out of my seat. She told, “Do not drink of this Cup, Never, Never, Never”. After I calmed down I told her, “I was not going to drink of the Cup I was just going to smell what the liquid was”. She asks me, “You promise not to take any of the liquid?” I said, “I promise”. She said, “Ok”. I smelled the liquid and it smelled like a sweet wine I drank in College. It was not really sweet but, smelled sweet. I told her “I think that is wine”. She said, “It’s not wine, its smells like wine but you will die if you drink it.” After all this it was about 10:45 at night and she said, “I have to go home”. She said, “Come back tomorrow and I will let you read some of the notes on the Cup”. I told her thank you but I have a question. You ask me if I believed in Jesus. Would anything have changed if I said no? She said, “I will show you tomorrow but, the answer is yes”. She said, “See you tomorrow”. I put my coat on and said, “Goodnight”. I walked out the door with something inside me saying, I am skeptical. I have had tricks played on me and nobody, not one person even paid any attention to the Cup which could fill itself. How did that happen? I thought all the way back to the motel and when I drove up to the motel the hunters were out setting around talking. I have to say they were having a great Time with each other. I opened my door and shut it behind me and just sat on the bed thinking about what I had just seen. It has to be a trick of some kind. How, I just could not see how it worked. I took a shower and went straight to bed.
I woke up for real at 8:15 in the morning and was ready to go to the cafe. I was feeling drained but wanted to see this Cup. I dressed and walked outside and the parking lot was empty. Everybody was gone into the nature for their day’s fun. I drove to the Cafe and there was a half full Cafe with regular people in the Cafe. Mostly older people such as me, and all were eating breakfast. I just went to the counter and sat down. Susan came over and sat a glass of water in front of me and said, “You’re here early”. I said, “Yea, wanted to read the book today”. She looked at me and walked away just as if I had never shown up. I looked around and people were looking at me. I wondered why? They all had smiles and I think they noticed my oxygen tank and wondered who I was. Susan came back and said, “Don’t get in a big hurry, ok?” I said, “Ok”. She asks, “What would you like to eat”. I ordered and she went to the back of the Cafe. When she came back with my order she handed me a note which said, “People need to leave before you can read”. I just looked at her and nodded. She walked around helped the customers while I sat and ate slowly my breakfast.
When enough people left, she came over and took out the folder and handed it to me. She said, “What you read cannot be spoken of outside this town”. She asked me, “Do you agree”. I looked puzzled and asked, “Why”? She said, “Do you agree or not”? I said, “Yes”. She let go of the folder and I looked at the front of the folder and the message was clear. The folder had a typed message on the front. The stories in this book are eye witness accounts of what each person saw happen inside this café. If you truly believe in Jesus you can read, if not, you are advised not to open this folder.
I opened the folder and the first page was so hard to see. The lights in the café, the plastic cover, the glare was making it hard seeing any words. I put on my reading glasses and at the top of the page I could see a date of November 17th 1913. It was completely hand written and the writing was so hard to just read easily. I stared down into the paper at the first line and it had written a name. The name was hard to read and I ask Susan what name it was. She told me, “Lola Gathers”. I ask, “Who was she”. She said “We can talk after you read the first page”.
The paper on line one said Lola Gathers. The second line start by saying, “I was behind the counter and this man fell off his chair. The man was screaming like I have never heard before in my life. I ran around the counter and the man was rolling around the floor and the screams and moans were so fighting I just stood there and started screaming for help. Two men in the café came over and they did not know what to do except try to hold him. They started to notice blood coming from his back. The back of his shirt was covered in blood. The blood was coming through his overalls. I could not look anymore. I ran outside and running and screaming for help. Nobody was around anywhere. Then I looked back at the café and the men had dragged the man outside and he lay there dead. I did not want to see him and they covered him up with a table cloth.”
After a space on the page a man’s name of John Brothers was written. Then underneath his name was now what I thought was a written statement from John Brothers. This was the statements of the people who witnessed this happening to this man. John Brothers said, “My friend Loncaster and I were eating breakfast and a man walk into the cafe who looked normal. He had on a light blue shirt and overalls. I did not notice anything about him special. I did notice Lola and him were looking at the Cup which is always behind the counter. I know Lola let him look at it. Then I just sat there talking to Loncaster. The next thing I know the man is on the floor rolling around and screaming. Loncaster and I just looked and watched wondering what was going on with this man. Lola starting screaming help and we ran up to help her and he was rolling all around the floor screaming and making noise like someone was hitting him. His back was all covered with blood. He kept bleeding so bad I could not figure out what was happening to him. He finally stopped screaming and just lay there in his blood. There was blood everywhere. All of a sudden his hands stretched out on both sides of him and he just lay there. His face was covered with blood and his shirt and pants were soaked. Then I saw him have a face of pain but, he did not groan or scream. Then I saw the same face again like he was in pain. At that Time his legs crossed. I saw a grimace and his chest came off the floor. I could see a hole in his left hand that I was setting by. I could not believe what I saw. The hole appeared out of nowhere. Someone was putting a spike into his hand. The hand started bleeding and then I could see his ankles with blood soaked socks and shoes. Then all of a sudden the man said, “It Is Finished”. He took one last breath and was dead. We dragged him outside and covered him with a table cloth. Loncaster and I talked a little about what was finished. The undertaker came down to the cafe and picked up the body. We left the cafe and just walked home. Someone got hold of the undertaker to come get the body. The undertaker name was Paul Tresser.
A space was on the paper and then the name of Loncaster Weathers. There was only one line under his name. Everything that John said is true. I saw the same thing as John.
Another space and the name of Lola Gathers were written on the page. The next line was the words of Lola telling whoever wrote this what the conversation about the Cup was about. Lola said, “He ask me who the Cup belonged. I said the cafe owns the Cup. Then he asked if I would sell the Cup. I told him no. He ask where it came from? I told him rumor has it that the Cup was payment for food when the Cafe first opened. He asked to see it and hold the Cup. I just sat the Cup in front of him and walked away. The next thing I knew he was on the floor screaming.” Then there was a space on the page and a comment from whoever wrote this page. Lola said, “No there was nothing in the Cup that I remember.” That was the end of the story. I sat there and looked at the Cup. The sign above the Cup put chills on my body. It seemed bolder than ever. This is THE CUP OF JESUS. I thought to myself, stigmata and closed the book. Is the stigmata real? I could not get it out of my mind.
Susan saw me close the book and walked up to me. I ask Susan, “How did the Cup get here”. She told me the rumor, “An old man came into the cafe about year after it was opened. He was a drifter and had no money. The owner took the Cup for breakfast so he could eat. Nobody got his name or who he was. He just left and nobody ever saw him again.” I ask Susan, “Can I see the Cup again”. She said, “Sure”. She opened the lock and sits the Cup in front of me and the Cup was full of liquid”. I said to Susan, “In the book the Cup was empty, why is it full now?” Susan looked at me and very seriously said, “If you believe in Jesus Christ the Cup is always full. If you do not believe in Jesus Christ the Cup is empty.” I sat there in shock! I thought to myself, Christ knows me. What if that Cup would have been empty in front of me? Oh, I became very scared and my stomach started hurting. I ask Susan, “Where is the restroom”. She pointed to opening right by the register. I had stomach problems and was sweating. My brain was going a thousand miles an hour with a fear I have not ever felt. It was not a scared fear it was a mighty power which had come over me and it was something which I was not worthy or ready to receive. It was like a mighty burst of adrenalin which I was afraid to move. I was trying to breathe and my oxygen seemed to be missing. I finally caught my breath and just sat on the toilet and tried to relax. I have no idea how long I was in the bathroom when I finally came out to sit down. Susan came over and asked, “You ok”. I told her, “Actually no”. I ask, “Can I talk to you tomorrow”. She looked at me and smiled and said, “Come back tomorrow”. She asks, “Sure you will be ok?” I said, “What has happened tonight has really affected me”. She handed me a phone number and said, “If you need help, call.” I said, “Thank you, and good night”.
I walked out the door and my legs were so weak. I thought get it together and somehow get back to the motel. I stood outside the car just taking deep breaths. I finally felt like I could drive and opened the car door. I started driving toward the motel and worked as hard as I could to just get there. It seemed to take a long time to drive those eight miles but, I finally saw the motel. I parked and opened the door and fell on the bed. My oxygen still on I just laid on the bed, numb. My brain was drained. My body was drained. I could not even move. I thought, am I going to die tonight. I did not know, I thought it was possible. I lay down and ask God to have mercy on me. I seemed to pass out. I was weak and at peace but, so tied. I just passed out.
When I woke up the sun was shining. I thought it was Friday. I was soaking wet from sweat and had a headache. I knew I needed to eat. I also needed to clean up. I took a quick shower. Put some new clothes on and took my oxygen to the car. I took my medicine bag with me this Time and was going to take my medicine with my meal. When I drove up to the dinner nobody was there at all. It was really weird and worrisome to me as I parked the car. I walked in and sat in a corner booth. Susan came over and looked at me and said, “Wow, you don’t look real good”. I said, “I don’t feel that good”. I smiled and ask her for grill cheese and fries and a sprite. I ask, “Can I have the sprite first.” She smiled and walked over and fixes me a big sprite. Set it down and said, “I will be right back”. I took my medicine bag and opened up and took 3 Advil. I also took a nerve pill. I was looking for anything to stop this headache and feeling I had. She came right back with my food. I took the fries and slowly ate them and taking a drink of sprite. As I sat there she was standing looking at me and asks, “What are you looking for”. I told her, “Nothing”. I said, “The problem is I have found something”. She said, “What.” I said, “Security, peace and true love”. I just have not got them in my brain yet I said with a laugh. She said, “You laughed”. I told her, “My whole life I have laughed and lived a great life. The Lord has blessed me and now I have seen something which excites me, scares me, every emotion known in words is coming out of my brain.” I said, “I feel God here in this café. I know God is here. Now!” I am so unworthy, unclean, and bad that is has a effect on me I have never had before.” How can I handle this?
Susan said, “Rest and eat and I will be back”. I sat and ate the grill cheese and it tasted so good. The fries tasted so good. Then it dawned on me it’s the same day as I read the folder. It’s just later in the day. People will start coming soon. The guys coming in from hunting and fishing will be here in a little while. I didn’t need to read today but I thought if I could talk to Susan a few minutes about what I had read before I go back to the motel it would help. She was working so hard I thought it not good to bother her. I decided to pay and go back to the motel and rest and read. I see the Cup as being something which I had not even imaged. It was more than a Cup for Jesus. Yes it was the Cup Jesus had and God gave him that Cup. We all have our Cups to drink. But, could you have even held THE CUP OF JESUS. I had so many thoughts in my mind. It’s best to go rest if I could.
I walked up to pay at the register and pay. Susan came up and asked, “You don’t want to read some more of the folder?” I said, “Not this evening, you are getting ready for a crowd”. She smiled and said, “Yes we are”. I said, “We”? She said, “Yes, I have called two cooks in to cook the food while I wait tables”. I smiled and said, “I wondered how you did it”. She handed me my change and I ask, “Can I read more tomorrow”. She told me, “If you walk out of here looking like you did today, no”. I promised her, “The shock is over now. I left here very upset with myself”. She looked at me and said, “Why are you upset with yourself, Jesus did everything needed, you can do no more.” As she smiled I walked out of the café. Standing by my car a man walked beside me with two birds, one bird in each of his hands. One man walked inside and the other continued to walk to the back of the café. I sat down in the car, started and drove over to the gas station. I wanted to get something to eat for the middle of the night. I bought some snacks and Sprite and took off for the motel. I felt better and thought I would see if any city was down the road past the motel. I drove for about twenty minutes and a nice size town with a school and a couple of churches. A nice market to buy food and seemed to be busy. I just thought about where I grew up and how that town was even bigger than Onida. It just made me think why something like that Cup is in Onida. I turned around and drove back to the motel. I thought I might as well just get ready for bed. I turned on the Television and only one station came on the TV. I was in a town with one gas station, what a place. I looked in the drawers for the Bible and I was shocked that a Gideon Bible was there. I thought they took these out of motels years ago. I looked for the verses of the last supper. I was going to read closely what I thought I knew. Also, the prayer before he was arrested. He mentioned the Cup at that Time when he was praying. I plugged in my sleep machine and turned it on to make sure it worked and it turned right on. I was set for the night. I lay on the bed, and just rested for a while. I was tired and my body was worn out. I thought a minute about my life and how I had been told I have not much longer to live. It seemed unreal and I did not seem even remotely concerned about my health. I could only think about what I read and there were 5 more pages in that folder. I actually wondered what the next pages would bring. I told myself this is a bucket list item. I started laughing and told myself, bucket list, bucket list, what does that mean? I am taking my last trip looking at a Cup which has got me so excited I can’t explain what is happening inside me. It’s really strange to think in a while I will be with Jesus. The thought this is so strange as I lay on the bed. I fell asleep with the bible still open to John 16. I did not realize Jesus spoke of the Cup when Peter cut off the ear of the guard.
The next morning I woke up and took a shower. After I could breathe pretty well I felt better than last night. I was ready to go to the café and read today. I loaded up two bottles of oxygen and hit the road. I drove up to the café and it was Saturday, I think. No, it was Friday. I was so confused about the day I just said, I don’t care. When I saw all the cars I knew it was Saturday. I walked in and Susan was there like the last three days. I stood by the register and waited till she approached me. She finally turned around and smiled. I said, “Hi”. She said, “You look better this morning.” I said, “Thank you”. She said, “Do you want to read”. I said, “Yes”. She said, “Come with me”. We walked to the end of the bar and she told me, “Set here”. I did as she said. She asks, “What do you want to drink”? I said, “Coffee with no cream”. She smiled and turned around and brought me my coffee and the folder. I looked at her and said, “What about all these people in here”. She said, “I know you now and you won’t do anything to hurt the folder or hurt anyone else that’s here. I said, “Thank you”.
I took a packet of equal and opened the package and poured it into my coffee. As I poured it into my coffee a flash hit me this is my Cup. What does this mean? I think to myself, stop my brain, and said to myself read the folder. I open the folder to the first page and look at what I had read yesterday. I then turned straight to page two. I was surprised by page two. It was like a form filled out on a plain sheet of paper. The top line was written the date of Nov 19th 1913. The next line was written name: Unknown. The next line was where he lived: Unknown. Then there were about 3 spaces on the page. I started reading and could not believe what was written. This man had severe cuts from what looks like a whip, bruises, skin torn off his body from some type of beating instrument. He had abrasions on his face and head. Most likely made by the beating he took from men. This man was almost completely out of blood during this examination. The strangest part of the examination was he had holes poked into his head with one eye closed and teeth gone from the beating. He had deep bruises on his back and legs. He had received a knife wood to his side. He had holes in both hands and ankles. The holes seemed to be made by big nails or spikes. With these types of wounds he most likely had internal bruising and damage. This damage would have been to his liver, kidneys, and even his heart. He could have also suffocated. His upper body was so damaged that it is hard to tell. Never has a man taken this kind of beating or torture in my life. I say by my opinion this man died of torture and being hung by his hands and feet till he died.
I have to comment; this man was not hit by anyone or stabbed by anyone two days ago. He was dead when I reached the Becon Cafe and lying in a pool of blood. I looked inside the cafe and the floor was covered with blood. Nobody touched this man from the interviews I received. No answer of true cause of death. He is buried in town cemetery under the name UNKNOWN. Territorial Undertaker Micah Tresser was on the last line.
I have heard of stigmata, never did I think much about it except it if it was real, I never wanted nothing to do with it. This was stigmata in my mind. I read this and turned the page. Susan saw me turn the page and ask me, “Was I hungry”. I said, “Yes”. Can I have breakfast, I ask Susan.” She said, “Sure with a smile.” I ask her, “Make it two eggs toast and jelly”. She said, “No meat”. I said, “No”. She turned and went in the kitchen. I never noticed, no one was in the cafe. I wondered why? It just seemed strange I never heard them leave or even talk while I was reading the folder. I thought to myself, I must have been concentrating so hard that I went into a mind meld with the folder. Then I laughed at myself.
Susan came out with my food and asks, “Anything else I need”. I ask, “More coffee”. She gave me a silver pot and sits it down in front of me. I said, “Thank You”. Susan said, “You will need this if you keep reading.” I ask, “Are you open on Sunday”. She said, “Yes, Open every day except Easter, Christmas and Thanksgiving”. I said, “Ok”. I started cutting my eggs and she walked away.
I started reading the next page in the folder. At the very top of the page was a date of July 30th 1954. This page had lines to write on for each entry. The first page I read had no lines. It was a blank sheet of paper. On the first line was written Constance Odom. I presumed this was the waitress at the Time of the next event. The page was written in easy to read hand writing. I thought at that Time, is anyone alive who has witnessed any of these events.
The testimony, or recording of the facts were different from the very start. I pick up the names of Christ and Jesus on the page. I went to the first line and it was, a man walked in the Becon and sat down on the first stool at the counter. He was clean and looked like a cowboy. He had on a long sleeve shirt and vest, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. I didn’t notice at the time but later it must have been his truck on the side of the cafe.
He ordered a hamburger and chips and coffee. He looked to be in his thirties and happy. He asks me, “The Cup with Jesus up there, what is that”. I told him it was a Cup that is here because of something which happened before I started working here. He did not ask what happened he ask, “Can I look at the Cup”. I told him, “Just a minute, let me get your order”. I came back and went to get the Cup and was surprised it was full of liquid. I just thought to myself someone put something in it and I told him, “Wait let me wash the Cup”. I went and washed the Cup and by the Time I set the Cup down on the counter the Cup was full of liquid again. It scared me inside but I told him, “Wait, I need to clean it again.” I poured the Cup out and washed it with water and dried it clean. I quickly this time set the Cup in front of the guy and the Cup was full again. I said, “I have never seen that in my life”. He said, “Why is something in the Cup”. I said, “I don’t know, I poured it out twice and it refilled itself? He asked, “Has this happened before”. She told me, “I have never touched the Cup in the 3 years I have worked here. Nobody has asked to see the Cup”. The man just sat there and looked at the Cup. I was shaking and went to see about his food. Nobody was in the Cafe at the Time except one cook and me. I ask the cook to come look at this. The cook saw the Cup full of liquid and I poured it out and the liquid showed up in the Cup again. The cook asked the man, “Do you believe fully in Jesus”. He said, “Jesus Christ is my Lord”. I said, “I am scared, what is this Cup”. The man said, “Don’t be scared, it’s most likely a trick Cup. You have never used this Cup so, you would not know”. I told him, “I am not sure about this Cup. I really just thought of it as a decoration”. He said, “Just leave it and let me look”. I said, “Ok”.
At this Time three guys came in from fishing. I went to the back and a fourth man came in after a minute or two. They had been fishing and were talking about the big bass they caught and put in the back. If men want to eat what they catch we clean it and fix the fish the way they want. It takes Time because we filet the fish then ask them how they want their fish cooked. I was in the back when I heard the men screaming for me to come out here. I went to the front and the cowboy was lying on his back screaming and saying “Oh, Jesus, Oh, Jesus”. He kept saying it over and over. Blood was coming out of his body from every part. From head to foot he was bleeding. I was crying and screaming, “STOP PLEASE STOP”. But, nobody was around him. He was laying there after what I saw was the most horrible site on earth. I was then in the corner hiding and shaking. The men finally walked up to him and one of the men said “he is not breathing.” Another checked his neck to see if he was alive. They all said, “He is dead”. Someone ask me where the phone was. I pointed on the wall. One of the men picked up the phone and said, “We need help, a man has died at the Becon Café.” He hung the phone up and said, “They will be here as quick as possible.” One man came over to me and Claudet and asked me, “You ok”. I couldn’t stop crying. He helped me up and walked me into the kitchen. He put his arms around me and told me, “Its ok now”. He kept telling me the same thing over and over. All I know from then on is someone came and picked up the body. We closed, and today the cooks and I had to clean the blood off everything in the Café. It was the worst thing I have ever done. There was blood everywhere. On the floor, tables, counter, register, everywhere. I have no idea what happened to that man. I can tell you that I have never heard anything like the words he was saying over and over. I will hear them every day of my life. It is something I say now, Oh, Jesus, Oh, Jesus, Oh, Jesus. The odd thing I remember, the Cup did not have blood on it as I put it back on the self. The Cup was empty when I put it up on the self. Did he drink out of the Cup? I wondered.
My name is Roy Williams. I was in the Becon Cafe on July 30th along with Don, Jerry, and Sam. I can tell you what I saw. It was the strangest site I have ever seen. I thought this guy was crazy. He was at the counter and then the next thing he was on the floor saying, “Oh, Jesus help me”. He said that 50 Times if he said it once. I looked and just sat there because I did not want to really get involved. All of a sudden he was bleeding and I thought he had some kind of disease. I told Sam, something is really wrong with this man. We set there and watched as he kept screaming and the blood was terrible. He finally stopped and just lay there bleeding. We yelled for Constance to come see what was wrong. We were all completely quiet. That is when Constance walked out she started screaming. I jumped up to really take care of her. I didn’t know about this man. I do know blood was everywhere. Constance seemed like she screamed forever. We finally went to check the man out. He was not moving. This is when we checked for his breathing and heartbeat. He was dead. We were the only people in the cafe. Nobody else, Constance was cooking our fish. I have no idea what happened to this man. I do know the statement he kept say was so real. Something about that statement was different. He didn’t ask us for help. He just said, “Oh, Jesus help me”.
After of one space the next line said, Deputy Claude Jefferson. I was called and ask to go to the Becon Cafe someone was dead. I headed from where I was and got to the cafe about 5 minutes after I received the call. I drove up and everybody was in the back of the Cafe standing outside. Constance was crying and the men were just talking to each other about the man inside. I asked, “Where is this man” and Sam said, “Follow me”. We walked through the kitchen and pushed the door open into the cafe. He said, “Prepare yourself for a bad, bad looking man.” I looked over the counter and there was this bloody body lying on his right side. I looked at Sam and said, “Who did this to this man”. Sam said, “I don’t’ know”. I said, “You saw the whole crime scene taking place, you were setting right here”. Sam said, “Nobody touched this man”. I walked outside and the other men were standing there and I ask, “Who attacked this man in the cafe”. Everybody outside said the same comments, “Nobody attack him, he was on the floor screaming Jesus help me and just started bleeding”. I looked at each one of them and there was no blood on any of their clothing. I walked around the building to the door. From the man inside lying on the floor, to the front door there was no blood. I thought someone had to beat this man with something very sharp and heavy. But, there was no blood coming out the door. I walked back around the cafe and looked at each one of the people and saw no blood on any clothes. I was confused. I ask, “Ok, what did you see”. Each one described the scene they saw and each one agreed. All were very convincing in each statement. I called the Sheriff and told him he needs to come to the cafe. I marked the cafe off and told everyone to stay in the back. Do not go into the cafe. Each one agreed. The Sheriff came and the Deputy told him the story. The Sheriff talked to each one at the cafe. Then the Sheriff told them “Go home and not to leave town.” The men told him they would be at the motel and will not leave. He told them that is fine. The Sheriff called the hospital and asked that the man have an autopsy. He wanted to know exactly how this man died. The Sheriff and I walked into the cafe and studied the scene. This man lying on his right side was in a half fetal position. I have never seen so much blood at any crime scene. We looked around for a weapon and could find nothing. There were no foot prints going out the door. There were foot prints of two men which came from the body towards the back of the cafe. Then over the counter there were foot prints of blood which walked to a corner of the cafe behind the counter. The other foot prints walked to the back of the cafe and just stopped. These foot prints went in a circle and then became faint. I opened the back door and there were no footprints out back. There were also footprints in the corner of the cafe behind the counter. I told the Sheriff, “This looks just like the story they all told me”. Right about this time an ambulance drove up and we walked out front to meet the driver. The Sheriff told the driver “The man inside is dead.” The two men from the hospital took out a gurney with a body bag. I stood behind both them and held the door for them to pick the body up. The men stopped and went back to the ambulance and on the side were some boots. They both changed shoes before they went in. Both wore long gloves like firemen. I looked in as they put the body in the bag. They zipped up the bag and put it on the gurney. Then they rolled the body out the door. I noticed that the wheels were covered in blood and left rolling blood marks. The two men removed their extra clothes and the Sheriff told the men to take it to the hospital for autopsy. The men said, “Ok”. The Sheriff went into the cafe and locked the front door. He went to the phone and called the hospital and talk to someone about how quickly he wanted a autopsy. He walked out the back door and told me, “I think that is all we can do for now, let’s go back to the office.” That is all I did for this case.
At this point in my reading I had to go use the bathroom, so I closed the folder. I got up and for some reason I became faint. I just stood a minute and everything became normal again. That was strange I thought. I walked slowly to the bathroom and looked at the clock. It was 11:15 am. I had been reading at least 3 hours on one page. Wow, why did it take that long to read one page? I thought I was reading so fast. I left the bathroom and went back to my seat. Susan came over and asks, “Everything ok?” I said, “Yes, thank you”. She said, “If there is anything you need let me know”. I looked again at the page and it was small print but not 3 hours long. Looking at the page I ask myself, did I read in slow motion. I know I saw all I read; it was not just a page of writing. This page I seemed to live while I read.
I opened the folder and turn to the next page. At the top of the page was written July 31st 1954. I started reading the first line. The first line was the Sheriff telling about the autopsy. I followed the ambulance to the hospital. When we took the body into the side door we immediately took the elevator down to the basement. This is the place all dead people reside. This was no different except I had to find out how this person died immediately. A doctor came in and introduced himself as Frank Wethers. I said, “I am Sheriff Smith”. The Sheriff asked, “Can you look at this man and make preliminary guess at how he died”. Frank said, “I can try”. Frank unzipped the bag and neither had really seen the complete body from head to toe. The Sheriff turned away a second and Frank said, “I have never seen this before, are you sure it’s a man?” The Sheriff said, “I was told he was”. Frank and the Sheriff got him out of the body bag. He lay there with hands down by his side and his face you could not tell it was a man. His blood soaked clothes stuck to his body and the doctor said, “We have to take his clothes off”. The Sheriff was shaken by the thought of taking a dead man’s clothes off with all that blood. Frank said, “Let’s get dressed for this”. We walked over and put on plastic clothes, gloves and masks to keep all blood off of all our body. We were ready to do the job. Frank said, he has holes in his head from some kind of stick. I asked, ”How do you know they are sticks”. He took tweezers and pulled out the splinter. I looked and there were a few more in his head. There was not much blood from the top of his head, it ran a little down his face but, no a massive amount of blood. His face was not recognizable with all the blood. Frank took a wet towel and placed it over his face and said, “Let’s get his shirt off”. We unbuttoned his shirt; pulled the shirt out of his pants. We raised him up and it was wet with blood. It stuck to the skin as we very, very slowly took the shirt over his shoulders. Frank brought the shirt down his left arm and slipped the shirt off his arms. Frank kept hold of his shirt and moved around and took the shirt off his right arm. Frank slowly put the shirt on a hanger and put it on a bar behind us. Both of us just starred at this man’s body in complete silence for what seemed like a long, long, time. It looked as if this man had be whipped and beaten so bad his body looked deformed. Frank said, “You see anything extremely wrong with this picture.” I said, “He has been beaten like nothing I have ever seen in man or animal. Frank said, “No, you did not notice what is on the hanger”. The Sheriff said, “What about the hanger”. Frank said, “Go look at the hanger and tell me what you see”. The Sheriff walked over to the shirt on the hanger, looked real close and saw a vest over the shirt. The Sheriff said, “There is a vest over the shirt”. Frank laughed out loud and said, “Look at the shirt”. The Sheriff said, “It’s just a regular shirt”. Frank came over and said, “Look at the shirt and look at the body”. The Sheriff looked and the body had been whipped and beaten and then looked the shirt and said, “Oh, my Lord”. They both sat down for a minute and Frank said, “Ok Sheriff how do you whip and beat someone and never have one tare on a shirt?” He has cuts all over his upper body but the shirt is never messed up at all. Explain that one to the attorney. They both started laughing. Frank said to the Sheriff, “Look at his hands.” The Sheriff looked at his hands and both had holes in the hands. His jeans are covered with blood let’s take his pants off. They got up and started by taking his boots off. The boots actually had blood that poured out of the boots. After both boots, they went and started taking his pants off. As they slipped his pants off they noticed holes in his ankles. Frank looked at the Sheriff and both just stopped. No holes in his boots, no rips in his pants. Yet his legs were whipped and the holes in his ankles were too much for both them to comprehend. Frank turned to the Sheriff and said, “I am thinking, this needs not to be talked about”. I think this need be just like it never happened”. The Sheriff said, “I can’t do that”. “We have 8 witnesses to this.” I say we bury him immediately and say this was a case of some flesh eating disease and needed to be gotten rid of immediately. The Sheriff said, “Let me think a minute.” Look in his pants and see who he was. Both looked and looked for ID, none was found. The Sheriff said, “He has got to have ID”. His truck is at the cafe. Maybe there are papers in the truck. Frank said, “Go look and see, let me know”. The Sheriff left and drove to the café. He looked in the truck and there was nothing. The truck was completely clean of any paper. Not even a gum wrapper. It was the cleanest old truck he had ever seen.
At this point in the writing, it stopped. There was nothing else written. No more pages. The folder told me nothing about anything that has happened. Nobody has seen anyone drink of the Cup. Nobody knew the person who supposedly drank out of the Cup. I felt defeated. My bucket list was a waste of time. I felt really empty. I motioned for Susan. She came to the table and I ask, “Can I have a big piece of Pie, with coffee”. She smiled and turned around to get my food. I looked up toward the Cup and thought. Now I know why nobody really is interested in the Cup. I just ate my pie and thought about all I had thought about, hoped, dreamed, just envisioned about this Cup. I thought I was finding a answer for me and the Cup of my life. I felt deflated and tired. I ate my pie, drank my coffee and was going to bed. I was tired. I went to the register and paid for my meal and told Susan, “Thank you for your kindness and patience with me”. She said, “Did you find what you wanted”. I said, “No”. She said, “Are you sure?” I said, “Not what I was looking for”. I told her, “I guess I was looking for the wrong thing”. Susan said, “I think you found what you wanted, you just don’t know what you want”. She smiled a huge smile and I left for the motel.
I went back to the motel and set down on the bed. I thought, what is going on that I came here to see something which I know is true. Is this a fictional story? I got down on my knees and talked to God. I did not ask God for anything except my peace and his will. I said, “God, I know neither peace nor your will right now. Would you cover me with both your peace and help me with your will for the rest of my life”. I got up and laid down on the bed, put my mask on and went to sleep.
I woke up about 2 hours later with a headache and trouble breathing. I used my medicine and just sat there for a while. I looked over at the clock and it was 4:30 so I thought I would go down to the café and eat a small meal. When I drove up the cafe was already half full. I thought it was so cool that all these people come to this small cafe to have their food cleaned and cooked. I have never seen this before now and thought what a great idea. It would never work in a busy city where people would not set and wait a long time for their food. Out here in the rule area the nature of people are slower to move and seem down to the earth. I drove up and parked the car. I walked into the cafe and Susan immediately said, “Hello Abraham”. I said, “Hi Susan”. She told me set wherever I want. I chose the counter because maybe groups would come in to eat. I ordered coffee and, just looked at everybody in the cafe. This was a happy place to spend time. I could hear people making fun of others and what they did during the day while fishing or hunting. It was just plain nice.
I ask Susan, “Can I look at the folder one more time”. She said, “Sure”. She walked over and brought the folder and set it in front of me. She asked, “You ready to eat”. I said, “Yes, a grilled cheese and fries, with a Sprite”. She took the order and walked away. I opened the folder and look at page one. I then turned the page to page two, then page three, then page four. I noticed that there was a page stuck to page four. I looked carefully because I did not want to hurt the page in any way. I waited for Susan to come over and I ask her, “Would you unstick these pages.” She looked at the pages and said, “Wait just one minute”. She took the folder to the kitchen and in a few seconds came back with the folder. She said, “There you go, it had syrup or jelly on the page”, as she smiled. I opened the page and it only had one paragraph written on it. At the top it was dated, August 2nd.
It started with Constance talking. I remember the day like it was today. I was behind the counter and working. It was the first day after the man died that the Becon was open. Nobody had come in for breakfast that morning. We were trying to forget what had happened 3 days earlier. I asked the cook, “Do we need to do something to let everybody know we are open. She said, “What?” I said, “I don’t’ know”. About that time saw a man walking up the road from the direction of the gas station. I just watched thinking maybe he will come in the cafe. I watched as he crossed the street. After he crossed the street I recognized the clothes he was wearing. My heart starting beating so fast, I got scared. I said to myself I am just seeing things. I screamed at the cook to come quick. She ran out of the kitchen and I said, “Look”. She looked out the front and she said, “Oh, my God”. I said, “That is the same outfit that man who died was wearing”. She said, “Yes, Yes”. I do not know why but I ran out the front of the cafe and hollered at the man to stop. He stopped and looked at me and just stood there until I walked up to him. I was not really scared anymore, just wondered who this man was. He was not a threat to me and seemed very polite. I ask him, “Who are you”. He said, “I am on my way home”. I said, “Answer me, who are you, you were dead 3 days ago”. He said, “You must have me confused with someone else, I never died, I can never die I have eternal life”. I asked, “Nobody has eternal life!” He said, “Everybody can have eternal life in Christ Jesus”. I just stood there in awe. I had nothing else to say. He finally said, “I have to get home, nice to meet you”. I said, “Where are you going “. He said, “My father lives down the road, I am going to see my father”. He turned around and started walking down the road. I stood there until he was out of sight. I fell on my knees and ask God to help me. I knew from that day on, Jesus Christ was my Lord and King. I closed the book and sat there for a minute or hour I don’t know how long. My mind was abuzz with so many thoughts I could not put two thoughts together. I went into the cafe and painted a sign and put it above the Cup which said, “THE CUP OF JESUS”.
I ordered breakfast, ate and headed back to the motel. I had to rest I was so tired and my body was really hurting. I figured it was part of the process I was going thru at this time in my life. I had a peace about myself and was going to see what was next. I fell asleep for about two hours and woke up with my lower back really hurting. I think it was from coughing so hard earlier. Anyway, I took a pill to stop the pain and started looking for a place to get on the computer. I had my lap top and had been writing at the cafe and here at the motel. Now I wanted a internet connection. I walked to the front desk and ask the clerk where I could find a internet connection. He said, “I don’t know, maybe in town down the road but not here”. I was not feeling very good this morning.
I went to the car and loaded most of my equipment and left for town. I stopped at the first hotel and ask the valet parking attendant if he knew where there was an internet connection in the town. The clerk asks, “what for.” I said, “Want to look up some Bible verses”. He said, “How long will you be on the computer.” I told him, “I don’t know, most likely an hour”. He said “follow me”. He took me into his office and said, “I will set you up and you can tell me where to go.” I told him, “I wanted to go to Google.” He quickly was setting on the Google screen and asks, “What do you want to look up”. I said, “Audio Bible”. The screen came up that I recognized and at the top was the search box I wanted. I ask him, “put in the search the word Cup”. When the search completed I ask, “Can could sit and read for a while.” He said, “Sure, take all the time you need.”
I started looking for the word Cup. I found in just the Old Testament, the Cup is mentioned in Genesis, Exodus, Judges, 2 Samuel, 1 Kings, 2 Chronicles, Nehemiah, Job, Psalm, Proverbs, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations, Ezekiel, Habakkuk, Zechariah.
In the New Testament, Matthews, Mark, Luke, John(only one verse), 1 Corinthians, Revelations.
I wrote these down and thought if I wanted to read these, I could later. I walked out of the office to the counter and told the man, “Thank You”. He said, “You are welcome”. I asked, “You reading about the Cup in Onida? I said, “Yes”. He told me, “Good luck, it’s a mystery that no one can understand, or if the stories are even true”. I told him, “I find it very interesting but I am not here to verify the Cup but, to see what was in the Cup, not what that Cup really means.” He said, “Good luck”. I walked out the door and got in my car. About this time my nose started bleeding. This has never happened since I was a kid. It took me 15 minutes to get it to stop. I had blood on me, so I thought let’s get back to the motel. I drove slowly; it was hard to keep my mind on driving. I was so tired. Every mile seems like 100 miles. I finally got to the motel, picked up my computer which I never needed and walked into the room. I go over to the sink and get the blood off me and clean up a little. I lay down on the bed and started my sleep machine and tried to take deep breaths and it was very hard to breathe. I was alone and very at peace. I kept breathing deep breaths and thought about something which could help. I remembered my inhaler. I reached over and picked up my inhaler for two deep breaths. Lay back down and started to relax. I finally said to myself, just go to sleep.
I could not sleep I had one burning question I wanted answered. What was in Jesus Cup! I knew some of what was in the Cup he drank. I wanted to know all that he drank that night before his death, burial, and resurrection. It just seems to me all in all was in his Cup. When I say all, I mean only the words I know such as Love. But, I can’t get past that one word. Love covers all words. What else is there but Love? I sat and thought about all that was words which could be in that Cup but nothing came to mind but, pure Love. Pure Love is something which I think can never been understood by man.
In Jeremiah God poured out his wrath upon the earth. What was in Jesus Cup which took that wrath away? Many have talked about what was in the Cup. I can’t see anything being in that Cup but the Love of God to take the wrath away through Love. I can’t understand the Love that it would take to drink this Cup knowing that the only way to take the wrath of God upon himself was to drink this Cup. Jesus knew the pain as a human he would take from the beatings, the Cross, Burial, and that the true resurrection would complete the mission of his Father. To tell his followers, you will drink this Cup after him. Now, what does that mean? Well to me it means we will carry the cross just like Jesus and die for God’s Love for all. This is so different than I have been taught. I was taught, just believe and all is done for you. Yes, that is true to a point. All are going to have to drink out of THE CUP OF JESUS. Not just his followers. The whole world will drink from this CUP. Jesus said each of us will drink from this Cup after he has finished. When he was on the cross Jesus said, “It is finished”. So now it’s up to us to take that same Cup and drink just like Jesus did, carry our cross and follow him. I was so tired I fell off to sleep.
The next morning I was hurting in my lower back so bad. My head hurt, actually there seemed to be nothing that did not hurt. I couldn’t breathe and I thought to myself. I need to go home. I just didn’t know how I was going to get there. It was only a 3 hour drive to my house. I thought just get up and get going. I kept my oxygen on all the time and took some medicine. All I could or knew how to do to feel better. It was so hard loading the car. I was sweating so badly when I got the car loaded. I stopped by the front and walked in and the guy says, “You leaving”. He looked up at me and said, “You ok? Do you need some help”. I told him, “I am very tired but, I will be ok once I get going.”. I paid him and went back to the car. I was dizzy, faint and felt so bad. My arms and legs were so weak. I sat in the car and started to drive down the road. I saw the cafe ahead and nobody was there. I didn’t know what time it was. I stopped in front of the door and walked in and thought I better eat something. Susan walked over and said, “Abraham, you are feeling ok”. I told her, “I need to eat”. She rushed to the counter and handed me a roll. She said, “Eat this and I will get you some water”. I didn’t say anything I just tried to eat the roll. It was hard to chew. I just kept eating little by little. I took a sip of water and another little bite of the roll. I just sat there in a daze. I thought, how can I ever get home.
The front door opened and a man walked in with shorts and t-shirt. He had ball cap on and sandals. I noticed he had a nice tan. He walked to the first set at the counter. I kept trying to eat my roll but, was having a really hard time. He never looked at me or even seemed to notice I was there. Susan came up to him and he asked about the Cup. Susan said, “It’s a decoration for the shelf.” He asked, “It says it’s Jesus Cup”. Susan responded, “That is the name we gave it”. She asked him, “You ready to order”? He answered, “Yes, a jelly roll and Cup of coffee”. Then he asked, “Can I see the Cup”. Susan said, “Do you believe in Jesus”? He said, “I know Jesus personally”. Susan said, “I have never heard anyone say it that way. Yes, you can see it”. She unlocked the case and gently set the Cup down”. It was full and he asked, “Do you know what is in this Cup”. She told him, “Not really but, never drink out of this Cup.” He said, “Jesus did, why you would worry if I did”. She said, “I never said Jesus drank out of that Cup”. He said, “The sign acts like its Jesus’s Cup.” Susan said, “That sign has been up there for 50 years.” He said, “Susan you seemed concerned about this Cup”. She was nervous with this man and his questions. She said, “Let me get your roll and coffee”. He said, “Thank you”.
Right about this time I felt something wrong with me. I had listened so hard to their conversation and did not notice that my left side was numb. My arm was on the table and I could not move my left arm. My right arm was also on the table and I could move my right arm. I reached over and rubbed my left arm and could feel nothing. I could not move my left arm and had no feeling in the arm. I thought this is really weird. I took hold of my left arm with my right hand, and moved it over in the middle of my body on the table. I then notice I could not move my left foot. Then it hit me. Holy cow, I have had a stroke. I was trying to tell the man at the counter but could not talk. I was scared. I had no idea what to do. The man turned around and looked at me. He just said, “Don’t worry; you are not going to die”. I looked at him and was confused and scared. He knew what was happening to me. He was going to do nothing. I was mad and thought why you won’t even help me. You know what is going on. He turned back around and took the Cup in his hand. At that time I had a pain in my chest that was like the biggest cramp I have ever felt, the problem was it 1000 times bigger than any cramp I have ever felt. I could not breathe; my chest was exploding and could not move. I laid my head down on the table and just prayed to Jesus help me. My head was laid down and could see this man at the counter. He turned around and he had the Cup in his hand. He smiled at me and took the Cup and took a drink and kept drinking. He sat the Cup down. He said, how you feel? I sat up and said, wow I feel so good, better than in the last 20 years. He smiled and said, “You ready to go home”. I said, “Yes, I really am”. He stood up and started for the door. He turned and said, “Follow me”. When those two words were said I fell to my knees. I did not say a word. I just stay still and did not move. The man said, “Stand, follow me, let’s go home”. I stood and walked out the door and the air was so fresh and I just walked with such ease. No pain! No headache! I knew where I was and looked back into the cafe. There was a man with his head down on his arms. There was a lady come from the back and yelled “Abraham, Abraham”. The man never moved. I wondered no more, I turn to Jesus and started walking. It was so nice to be at peace, love everything and not be scared. Jesus turned and said, “Good job my faithful servant”. I started crying with joy. I walked right behind him, very close. I said, “Lord, can I ask you one question?” He said, “Anything”. I asked, “What was in the Cup you drank”. He stopped and turned around and asked, “The Cup was given to me by my Father, what is the only thing my father can give”. I stood there and said, “Thank you”. He said, “Come up here and walk beside me, brother”, let’s go home”.