That "purple pride" was just one common thread in our lives. So was farming and family and church and the Kansas City Chiefs. The list is long and the feelings are deep.
Yesterday, after I'd packed away two baskets of belongings I'd toted to the church for the dinner, I looked it up:
Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance
rising up to God.
2 Corinthians 2:15
Just counting quickly, I came up with 41 people (not counting immediate family) who came together to help celebrate a special life in behind-the-scenes work for the funeral, burial and dinner. Many, many others came to celebrate his life at the memorial service. Many gave memorial contributions or offered a tribute of flowers.
Mark 2: 1-12.
It's a familiar story told over and over again as children gather for Sunday School or Vacation Bible School. Jesus is preaching at Peter's home in Capernaum. Some men have a friend who is sick and paralyzed. They have heard that Jesus is a healer, so they carry their friend to the place where Jesus is preaching, believing He can help. When they find that the home is too crowded to enter through the door, they cut a hole in Peter's roof. They lower their friend, who is resting on a stretcher, through the hole and into Jesus' presence. And Jesus sees the friends' great faith and heals the paralyzed man.
There are several things we can take away from this story. The first is that all of us need stretcher-bearers. ... Who are the people who would pick you up, tear off the roof and lower you to Jesus? We all need friends like that, whose faith is strong even when ours is weak, who are friends not just in word, but in deed.It's a good question. And I think I've had it answered over and over again in the past week. The possibilities to serve as Christ's hands and feet in this world today are plentiful:
Who are our stretcher-bearers? Whose stretcher-bearer are you?
From Adam Hamilton's book, The Way: Walking in the Footsteps of Jesus
Christ has no body now but yours. No hands, no feet on earth but yours. Yours are the eyes through which He looks compassion on this world. Yours are the feet with which He walks to do good. Yours are the hands through which He blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, yours are the eyes, you are His body. Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
Teresa of Avila
So sorry for the communities and your loss.ReplyDelete
Your words and photos have yet again created a wonderful post and message.
I always appreciate your point of view on delicate life issues.
It also amazes me that small communities across the nation are similar. I grew up in a small NE community, I am a part of a very rural SD community and they are both similar to your Kansas community. God has many workers to carry out His good will!
I certainly appreciate rural life!Delete