Friday, August 27, 2010

My dearest God,

She appeared out of nowhere at the end of the wedding rehearsal. The director of music knew her and called out to her. She walked over to the organ and told us that her dog had died. She had to go somewhere to talk to someone and she decided to come to the church. She loved her black lab very much and was feeling very sad. I told her I was certain you had a special place for family members like MoMo. And then we prayed.

Lord, I am more and more aware of the ministry of your church. We are a care center. With invisible neon lights, our shingle invites people in and there we send people home with encouragement, affirmation, love, guidance, friendship, support, and more of what they need. Although I was just the substitute pastor doing a favor for our pastor who was out of town, I loved going to the closet filled with food for the soul. I was delighted to fill the bag of this needy woman. I was privileged to take her to you for comfort in her loss. I was certain that you would have enough mercy for this grieving woman until healing comes.

You alone
cure our ills,
Compassionate God;
you hear
our stories
and act
to help us
out of
our distress.
Who else
can provide
so much
with such
loving care?
Thank you
for meeting us
at the organ today.

Love, Andrea