Monday, August 13, 2012

I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.
—Phillipians 1:20-21 NIV

I'd heard those words so often. Had repeated them. Could even claim to have memorized the last of them. And then I saw them lived out. She was dying. She’d beaten cancer back time and again. This time, she raised her chin in the air and told everyone it was all right.

No more cures almost as bad as the disease. No fighting the inevitable. Because, ultimately, life enfolds death. Not enemies, but friends showing one another the way to eternity.

She came to church that last Sunday, and she took my breath away. Weeks had passed since I had seen her, and the frailty was more than I could take in. But then I saw her shining through, the same as always, smiling and glad to be with us. Love radiated from this woman, whose body shrank only to make room for her soul swelling with the nearness of heaven.

We took communion and her wheelchair sat in the outside aisle where the entire left side of the church passed as they returned to their pews. And as they passed they reached out. Women dropped kisses, light and airy as clouds on her spotted hands, her dappled cheeks. Men gripped her shoulder—gently, oh so gently. There were pats and squeezes. Whispered love words and eyes filled with the groaning of the Holy Spirit.

Who placed her there? In that spot where the congregation would pass like a tide coming in? It must have been Christ. It could only have been Christ.

They gave her communion last—held out the torn and tattered loaf for her to pinch off a bit of the Body. Throat cancer would have been a fine excuse to abstain. But she dipped the bread and placed it on her tongue. And she swallowed it down. And then she coughed and choked and had to be taken away to suffer.

And isn’t that right? What could be harder to swallow so close to heaven? Christ waited around the corner and who wants to swallow the host when the HOST is waiting on the other side of the door.

That was Sunday. She died on Tuesday. She died with the echo of our voices singing the closing hymn in her ears. She died with the shadow of our hands and lips on her tissue skin. She died with Christ clasping her tight in His arms.

She died. And now I understand. To live is Christ. To die is gain.

—Sarah Thomas


Monday, August 6, 2012

You prepare a table before me....
 Psalm 23:5 NIV

“Breakfast is ready! Come to the table!”

Who has not uttered these words or at least heard this call? Often what follows is silence and a period of waiting, soon to be followed by another call and another period of waiting--then, perhaps another, and another.

Frustration can certainly set in after I have prepared a nice breakfast and those I have called do not come, or they simply choose to come on their own timetable. Then, upon arriving at the table they groggily devour what has been prepared with hardly a word spoken, much less one of gratitude. 

Starting our day with a good breakfast boosts our energy, increases our attention span, and heightens our sense of well-being. By recharging the brain and body, we will be more efficient in just about everything we do.

Recently, God reminded me of how, more times than I care to confess, I have heard his early morning call and yet, have kept him waiting after he has prepared a wonderful table for me. Far too often I have chosen to grab a quick bite on the run by reading a one-minute devotion, listening to my favorite worship CD or by pulling up an inspiring message on my Ipod.
Though beneficial, these are all poor substitutes for spending time at the table with my Savior, enjoying his presence, gleaning from his Word, and pausing to give thanks.

Just as eating a good breakfast maintains our physical and mental well being, coming to the table upon the Lord’s call will enhance our spiritual well being. Our inner man will be energized, our spiritual awareness and discernment heightened, and our knowledge and love for the Lord and others will grow deeper.

By recharging our spiritual bodies, we will not only be more efficient in all that we do but, all that we do will glorify Him.

Oops! So sorry. I hate to run. But, I think I hear my Father calling.

--Starr Ayers
Asheboro, NC
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