She
was old and tired. Should she get dressed and go to church or go back to bed?
Who would miss her if she stayed in bed one Sunday?
Just then the Apple phone that her
son insisted she needed rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but felt she
should answer it anyway.
“Hi, I’m calling from Colorado. Do
you know who this is?”
The male voice sounded solid and
strong and vaguely familiar. “No, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll give you a clue. I went to
church with you and sat in the left front every Sunday. You used to hug me and
pray over me.”
“Darwin, Is that you?” she exclaimed. “I wondered
what happened to you,”
“I’m married to a wonderful Christian woman
and we oversee the whole children’s department in my church. I called to thank
you. I don’t think I would be alive without you and the church. Thank You.”
As they talked she recalled his
struggles. But she also visualized him with his arms raised in thanks and
praise every Sunday.
He sent a picture of their first
child on her new phone, and invited her to come to Colorado and visit them
anytime. Finally they hung up.
She looked at the clock and took a
deep breath. Yes, she had time to make it to church. She felt an unusual strength
surge through her when he said, “Thank you.”
“…give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing
love and his wonderful deeds for mankind, for he satisfies the thirsty and
fills the hungry with good things.” Psalms 107:8-9
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