Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 ESV
Rejoicing, praying, and giving thanks put the circumstances of our lives, both good and bad into God’s hands and help us see them through His eyes. Last night our beloved daughter-in-law Melinda slipped from this world into the presence of Jesus. And while we are overwhelmed with grief and shock, these words are promises to which we cling. Melinda has finished her race. Her battle with cancer is finished. And while that pernicious disease claimed her physical life, it could not touch her soul. That remained fully and exclusively in the hands of Jesus with whom she now lives. Nancy and I didn’t know how to process the news that came in three words. “She is gone.” Yet as sadness rolls over my heart I sense the message echo back from Heaven, ” She has arrived!”
“She has done what she could, she has anointed by body beforehand for burial.” Mark 14:8 ESV
I am always amazed at how this woman, who never spoke a word, is still speaking to us today. If we were to read the story from the Gospel of John, we would learn that she was Mary, the sister of Martha, and her “beautiful act.” Was a demonstration of gratitude and worship after Jesus had raised her brother Lazarus from the dead. Her older sister Martha, had started things off by inviting all their friends, cooking up a big meal and seating Jesus at the head of the table with Lazarus. The disciples of Jesus were seated around Him, and the room was filled to capacity with friends, family and curious onlookers. Then, right at the height of the festivities, when the plates were clanking, the conversation was getting loud and the scents of delicious foods wafted through the room, Mary appeared in the doorway. Of course, Martha was busy serving and was probably being warmly greeted and thanked for such a party. Few would have noticed Mary, as she quietly walked through the room towards Jesus. But when Mary arrived next to Jesus, they heard the sound of the alabaster jar she was carrying being broken open, and immediately the aroma of the spikenard perfume inside began turning heads. Next Mary pours the perfumed oil over the head of Jesus, and according to John, also over his feet. Last, and most shocking of all, Mary knelt down and began to wipe the excess perfume from the feet of Jesus with her hair. The crowd was stunned, and the disciples were scandalized, “Why was this waste made?” they demanded to know. “This could have been sold and the money given to the poor.” Interestingly, we learn in other gospel accounts that Judas was the instigator of the criticism and not because he gave a fig about the poor, but because he helped himself to the offerings whenever he could. Through all the commotion and protests, Mary remained silent. Then Jesus spoke, “Leave her alone! She has done what she could! She has prepared my body beforehand for the burial.” Also, notice, that the disciples who had seen Jesus transfigured on the mountain, watched Him walk on water and turn water into wine, were not doing anything to honor Him. And even though Jesus had often told them that He was going to be arrested and put to death, none of them believed it. But Mary, believed and chose to do what she could with the time that she had. Her story is still being told wherever the Gospel is proclaimed and causes me to ask. “What can I do for Jesus today?”
What do you think about your memories? If you are a seasoned citizen like me, have you tried to preserve them in some way for your family and friends? If you are young, have you taken time to ask the older folks in your circle if they will tell you theirs? I had the privilege in my own case to sit down with my Great-grandmother as she opened her scrap books and showed me pages filled with memories including a visit to the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair! With my dad, I often listened to him telling stories of growing up in New York in the 1920′-30’s. My favorite was of the time he was about eight and my aunt Helen who was seven at the time, were sent to the butcher to pick out a live chicken for the Sunday dinner. Then they waited as the man ushered the chosen bird into eternity, plucked its feathers, wrapped it in butcher paper and put it in a sack to carry it home. They each held one handle keeping the bird dangling in between, so no one had to touch it! In the last ten years of dad’s life, I came across a wonderful book titled, “Letter’s From Dad” by Miles Everhart. After reading the book, I bought three copies; one for each of our sons and one for my dad. This book gives the story of the author’s realization of the value of family memories, and he gives a nice template to use for either yourself or others. I am sure that there are other great resources out there that do similar things, so if you have any other suggestions, please leave them in the comments. Have a blessed and memorable week everyone!
Quote of the Week for Wednesday, 6/3/26 “The same day [April 12, 1945] I saw my first horror camp. It was near the town of Gotha. I have never felt able to describe my emotional reactions when I first came face to face with indisputable evidence of Nazi brutality and ruthless disregard of every shred […]
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