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I haven’t posted on this blog in a while, but yesterday, a pretty incredible thing happened and I wanted to share it. I hope it can inspire.
Over beautiful cups of coffee, my husband and I have developed a tradition of reading from scripture, discussing life and the topic of God, and praying in the mornings. It’s one of my favorite things in all the world. Lately, I have been really captivated by the parables of Jesus, particularly the “Go the extra mile, turn the other cheek, and give your cloak (in addition to just your coat)”. Pretty radical stuff if you think about it. It’s definitely not a natural thing for me to want to go the extra mile for my oppressor or take the path of love instead of revenge or give more generously than even asked of me. As Nick and I mulled over these words, we discussed a nudging I had to give a couple of my sweaters to a little old beggar woman and a younger leper woman whom I’ve been building a relationship with. When I explained the interaction with Nick yesterday morning, I became a little frustrated at the lack of verbal communication I was able to have with them as we do a lot of “charades”, but not much actual dialoging. (Because of the obvious language barrier)
Later in the day, I was excited to see the older woman wearing the sweater I gave, one of the many layers she was wearing as a tiny, frail woman in the cold. She began signaling to all the areas of her body that ached. She is a beggar, who sits for most hours of the day, on a brick in the dirt, and is obviously skin-and-bones. Completely out of my comfort zone, I felt I should sit beside her, in the dirt, and pray with her. I put my arm around her delicate little body and just started praying to Jesus. I didn’t know what to pray. I’m not sure my faith was strong enough to see healing for this woman, but I prayed anyways. I felt compassion run through my body in a new way. After I said my little prayer… the size, I promise, smaller than a mustard seed, I kept my arm wrapped around her and just began to hug her. We were cheek to cheek, in the dirt, just embracing. In complete silence. I just felt so much love for her all of a sudden. I didn’t feel her try to let go or pull away, so I continued to hug, as did she. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of her tears. She started to cry. I just held her longer. Then, I looked straight into her eyes and told her that she is beautiful, and that I will continue to come visit her and pray for her.
I’m not sure what she understood of my words, but I am certain that both of us understood about love. A deeper love that is bigger than the both of us. Bigger than all of us.
And as I sit recalling this story, feeling blessed and humbled to have been witness to the power of love working in me, I pray that the scripture that says “we love because He first loved us” does not go trite in my life, or in yours. That the saying “blessed to a blessing” is a lifestyle and not a pretty saying to hang on our walls. Love still CAN speak louder than words, louder than cultural and language barriers and louder than caste systems or classes.
I’ll end this story with a few words from one of my favorite songs:
“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith would be made stronger- in the presence of my Savior.” Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) by Hillsong UNITED