I have to confess that although I was born a mammal, my identity as a vertebrate has for many years been with a member of another animal group.
This guy....
18 June 2015
Identity
Off to the Cardinals/Twins game.
I have to confess that although I was born a mammal, my identity as a vertebrate has for many years been with a member of another animal group.
This guy....
I have to confess that although I was born a mammal, my identity as a vertebrate has for many years been with a member of another animal group.
This guy....
14 June 2015
With the last of her strength
I have a new friend who has a terrible illness. A rare muscular disorder.
She cannot talk or walk or feed herself. She can only move her hands a little. She talks by pointing to letters on a keyboard. A simple sentence can take minutes and the frustration can bring tears to her eyes. It is a board very similar to the one below.
Her body is falling apart but not her soul.
She types out a message and asks that I send it as a text to her brother. A happy birthday wish. I do and see a bit of a smile on her face and tears on her cheeks.
She types, " Thx big time"
"God bless u"
As her pointer quivers in her failing hand, she points to these letters. P R A Y.
She wants me to pray with her. I am a stranger to her. She does not know how I will respond, or if I am a Christian. But she is so helpless she is long past the point of shyness or embarrassment. So I pray and her tears flow again, not ones of frustration but of joy and happiness.
After this she asks me to read the Bible to her. Isaiah 54:14 " In righteousness you will be established; tyranny will be far from you; you will have nothing to fear. Terror will be far removed; it will not come near you."
She types again. 'God sent u"
And I think, no, God sent you to me as a reminder of how much I take for granted and how little time I have spent serving people like me new friend. On this Sunday morning I can go to church, sing a song, say a prayer, or I can not. This friend, with her last bit of strength, uses a failing finger to point me in the way I should go. As I leave she types, 'Luv Jesus'.
She cannot talk or walk or feed herself. She can only move her hands a little. She talks by pointing to letters on a keyboard. A simple sentence can take minutes and the frustration can bring tears to her eyes. It is a board very similar to the one below.
Her body is falling apart but not her soul.
She types out a message and asks that I send it as a text to her brother. A happy birthday wish. I do and see a bit of a smile on her face and tears on her cheeks.
She types, " Thx big time"
"God bless u"
As her pointer quivers in her failing hand, she points to these letters. P R A Y.
She wants me to pray with her. I am a stranger to her. She does not know how I will respond, or if I am a Christian. But she is so helpless she is long past the point of shyness or embarrassment. So I pray and her tears flow again, not ones of frustration but of joy and happiness.
After this she asks me to read the Bible to her. Isaiah 54:14 " In righteousness you will be established; tyranny will be far from you; you will have nothing to fear. Terror will be far removed; it will not come near you."
She types again. 'God sent u"
And I think, no, God sent you to me as a reminder of how much I take for granted and how little time I have spent serving people like me new friend. On this Sunday morning I can go to church, sing a song, say a prayer, or I can not. This friend, with her last bit of strength, uses a failing finger to point me in the way I should go. As I leave she types, 'Luv Jesus'.
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