Submission to The Savior In His Saints
Name: Worship
DATE SUBMITTED 8/28/2018
CATEGORIES: Faithfulness, commitment
BIBLE PASSAGE: Acts 2:42 (ESV) And they devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.
DATE SUBMITTED 8/28/2018
CATEGORIES: Faithfulness, commitment
BIBLE PASSAGE: Acts 2:42 (ESV) And they devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.
She was in her 70’s. She stood a shade under -feet and weighed in around 90-pounds. She and her husband always came to late church and sat in the second pew, on the aisle, on the pulpit side of the church. I mean they ALWAYS came to church and sat in the second pew, on the aisle, on the pulpit side.
Now that sometimes called for a commitment on their parts. You see this couple lived more than 20-miles from church.
Of course, all bets were off he Sunday morning we were hit with a snow-storm. Almost everybody got 10 inches. In unprotected areas the snow had drifted. Things looked pretty bleak and I had gone so far as to consult with the Elders and ask if they wanted to call off early church. They agreed that although conditions were bad, some of the folks near our buildings would come and we should proceed for them.
But how about my little, old lady? Would she dare to make the drive?
There was no worry about her and her husband. You see, just the week before I had called on her in the hospital where she had had her right leg removed. It seemed that every year she would have to have some kind of surgery removing something or another. This year her surgery was debilitating She would just have to listen to our late service being broadcast on the radio.
Early service attendance, as predicted was terrible. The second service was better, but it was still nothing to write home about. Folks who were there told me the town was really just beginning to get the roads clear. Then came our 10:45 worship. From what the Elders told me there were some people there, but the numbers were still disastrous.
I was seated for the first hymn and then went to the altar for the Invocation and the beginning of worship. I turned to the people, ready to begin… and there, in the second pew, on the aisle, on the pulpit side of the church, FROM 20 MILES AWAY, was my one-legged lady.
I HAD TO SMILE, AND BEFORE I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I WAS DOING, I SAID, “Margaret, what are you doing here?” It was a rhetorical question. It didn’t call for an answer. She gave me one anyway. She said, “Pastor, it’s Sunday where else would I be but here in my Savior’s house?”
And although I can’t be sure, I thought I heard a flock of angelic voices in heaven call down, “Amen, you tell them, girl.”
Now that sometimes called for a commitment on their parts. You see this couple lived more than 20-miles from church.
Of course, all bets were off he Sunday morning we were hit with a snow-storm. Almost everybody got 10 inches. In unprotected areas the snow had drifted. Things looked pretty bleak and I had gone so far as to consult with the Elders and ask if they wanted to call off early church. They agreed that although conditions were bad, some of the folks near our buildings would come and we should proceed for them.
But how about my little, old lady? Would she dare to make the drive?
There was no worry about her and her husband. You see, just the week before I had called on her in the hospital where she had had her right leg removed. It seemed that every year she would have to have some kind of surgery removing something or another. This year her surgery was debilitating She would just have to listen to our late service being broadcast on the radio.
Early service attendance, as predicted was terrible. The second service was better, but it was still nothing to write home about. Folks who were there told me the town was really just beginning to get the roads clear. Then came our 10:45 worship. From what the Elders told me there were some people there, but the numbers were still disastrous.
I was seated for the first hymn and then went to the altar for the Invocation and the beginning of worship. I turned to the people, ready to begin… and there, in the second pew, on the aisle, on the pulpit side of the church, FROM 20 MILES AWAY, was my one-legged lady.
I HAD TO SMILE, AND BEFORE I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I WAS DOING, I SAID, “Margaret, what are you doing here?” It was a rhetorical question. It didn’t call for an answer. She gave me one anyway. She said, “Pastor, it’s Sunday where else would I be but here in my Savior’s house?”
And although I can’t be sure, I thought I heard a flock of angelic voices in heaven call down, “Amen, you tell them, girl.”