Originally, the spot on today's calendar was blank. Instead, I met a guy who is dying.
I traveled about an hour to his house. His daughter is one of my church members and she wanted to make sure he had a preacher and that he's not afraid to die. I think mostly the whole family is anxious about the changes that are obviously moving closer to reality.
There was a point when the rest of the family pointedly left the room so the dad and I could talk. I had no idea what I was going to say. I jumped off into the void trying to articulate those fears in such a way that he knew I wasn't going to question his salvation and, at the same time, gracefully name the unnamed fears. When he put out his hand so I could put my hand in his, I knew that God found a way to speak the peace.
Like the third verse of the Servant Song
I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you;
Speak the peace you long to hear.
It may sound odd but those are the moments that I wouldn't trade for.
I am blessed to be a part of this sacred journey.
1 comment:
I had that experience this week too. I often wonder what I've done to deserve such an honor as to be allowed in such a holy moment.
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