I just returned from a visit to the doctor - not one of my favorite activities. It's been a long time since I treated myself to such a visit. I went kicking and screaming, and came back peaceful. I guess I expected a diagnosis that would have to include some terminal disease (aren't we all terminal anyway, on this earth, and just don't think about it much) - surprisingly, I didn't get one, and am "surprised by joy" to quote C.S. Lewis! There is a special kind of relief that comes with a good diagnosis - we have escaped death by disease, at least for a time.
All this brings to mind one who helped me find the road that causes us to escape eternal death - Kathleen. She was my best friend in my growing up years. We had the usual trappings that go with a close friendship, but one school year she came back and things were different in her life. We could all tell - she even carried a Bible to Jr. High school and sat around reading it at lunch and various breaks in the day. She had been to summer camp, and she had "given her life to Jesus". That was a totally unknown realm to me...I knew that my parents called people like that fanatics - but I wasn't sure what they were.
I had been searching for God, asking my parents how to find Him - they didn't know and told me to go to church somewhere - wherever I wanted. So I looked at the people I knew and decided that the most dedicated people I knew - the very most religious, were my Catholic friends, and I embarked on converting to the Catholic faith. I attended classes, but I didn't feel like I was getting answers to my questions about God - who He was and how I was to relate to Him, and please Him. Still, it seemed a good place to start, and actually was as I gained a lot of knowledge.
Kathleen found out about my decision and called me one Sunday afternoon and asked me to come over to her house. When I arrived, she seemed rather nervous, and not like she usually was. Soon she took out her Bible and began to talk to me about Jesus Christ and her new-found relationship to Him , including an explanation of how all people have sinned and been separated from God by their sin, and how God sent His son, Jesus, to take the punishment for our sin by dying on the cross. She told me that He had died for my sins and if I would pray and ask for God's forgiveness, He would save me from eternal death, and actually send His Spirit to live in my heart and life. I was overwhelmed and prayed with her - with a small, unvoiced side thought that I would not have to become a "fanatic" like she was. However, when I prayed, there was a peace in my life which I had not before known, and I found that I WANTED to be like Kathleen and read my Bible whenever I could, and identify with this God Who had paid such a high price to rescue me from eternal death and separation from Him. It was a quiet beginning to a worldview and life that has never disappointed me, and has given me great joy and peace. There have been hard times, but He is there with me in them............
I didn't mention that when Kathleen became so bold in her identification with Jesus Christ, all her "friends" made a great deal of fun of her (it was a time when it was not politically correct to be whomever you want to be, without fear of rejection and mockery), and did some downright unkind things to her. Sad to report, I joined in the "fun", but inside I had tremendous unrest from making fun of a friend. And yet, so like the One she followed and loved, Kathleen did not strike back, but loved me so much that she risked more mockery to share her faith with me - her knowledge that I was headed for eternal separation from God was enough to bridge the fears of acceptance of peers, and reach out to take me on her journey. It isn't easy to do that at an age when acceptance is very important. I thank God for Kathleen - for her boldness, and for her bearing the love of God within and showing me the way to eternal life. She was a true and faithful and courageous friend. I remember you Kathleen, every time I open my Bible and see the little poem you wrote there, to encourage me in the way.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Mrs. Jody
Well, I was supposed to do one of these a day, and it hasn't happened - although I do sit and look around the rooms I live in and see memories of all the friends God has given me. I wanted to write each time that happened, but life is too fast - too fast for all the things that matter most.
Today, my eyes fell on my piano - old and worn and greatly loved. I remember when I thought we would never have a piano, because they were too expensive - out of our range! But I wanted my children to play music, so I continually prayed for a piano.
This is where Mrs. Jody met a real need in my life - she was and is one of the most effervescent people I have ever known - filled with enthusiasm and love for others. She happened to open a school in our church, and I was instantly drawn to her as her educational philosophy and mine matched. She had a Montessori school which she set up in our church, and I was thrilled with both the school being there and the access to her friendship in the process. How she encouraged me! Looking past my deficiencies (isn't that what friends do) and concentrating on my good points, she caused me to grow and come somewhat out of the shell I so like to retreat to. I have to say that I enjoyed her friendship very much!
Sadly, her school was forced to close it doors through misunderstandings - isn't that where so much of the sadness of life has it's roots. She was in great need of someone to pack the school quickly to relocate it so that it could open on time. I told her that I would gladly do it, and she told me that I could have whatever I wanted as payment. I think at that point she thought the school would not be opening again. I asked her if the piano was included in the offer and she replied that she would gladly give it to me in exchange for the hours of packing. So now, years later, a well-played piano sits in my living room, having been the "tutor" of both my children who not only learned to play it and other instruments, but have used their music for income in teaching from time to time. It is strange how God works, and supplies our needs and wants. Thanks to you Jody Capehart, for being my friend and a channel of blessing. I think of you often as the piano is a reminder...I think I was supposed to "immortalize" you this week as I also saw your son Christopher on Facebook - he is grown now, and I know is a joy to you as my children and grandchildren are. Thanks for the place you share in my life journey, and for all the positive memories I carry of you, and your courage and determination in the face of opposition!
Today, my eyes fell on my piano - old and worn and greatly loved. I remember when I thought we would never have a piano, because they were too expensive - out of our range! But I wanted my children to play music, so I continually prayed for a piano.
This is where Mrs. Jody met a real need in my life - she was and is one of the most effervescent people I have ever known - filled with enthusiasm and love for others. She happened to open a school in our church, and I was instantly drawn to her as her educational philosophy and mine matched. She had a Montessori school which she set up in our church, and I was thrilled with both the school being there and the access to her friendship in the process. How she encouraged me! Looking past my deficiencies (isn't that what friends do) and concentrating on my good points, she caused me to grow and come somewhat out of the shell I so like to retreat to. I have to say that I enjoyed her friendship very much!
Sadly, her school was forced to close it doors through misunderstandings - isn't that where so much of the sadness of life has it's roots. She was in great need of someone to pack the school quickly to relocate it so that it could open on time. I told her that I would gladly do it, and she told me that I could have whatever I wanted as payment. I think at that point she thought the school would not be opening again. I asked her if the piano was included in the offer and she replied that she would gladly give it to me in exchange for the hours of packing. So now, years later, a well-played piano sits in my living room, having been the "tutor" of both my children who not only learned to play it and other instruments, but have used their music for income in teaching from time to time. It is strange how God works, and supplies our needs and wants. Thanks to you Jody Capehart, for being my friend and a channel of blessing. I think of you often as the piano is a reminder...I think I was supposed to "immortalize" you this week as I also saw your son Christopher on Facebook - he is grown now, and I know is a joy to you as my children and grandchildren are. Thanks for the place you share in my life journey, and for all the positive memories I carry of you, and your courage and determination in the face of opposition!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Van and Martha
Each day as I sit and think at points of rest in the day's activity, I am flooded by thoughts of old friends - many whom I never see anymore, and with the thought of each, comes a concurrent flood of emotions and memories. I think about them and can almost feel and smell and taste the times we spent together. I begin with Martha and Van.....
Martha and Van came into a very confused time in my life, when I was in the midst of sorting through what life meant, and stretching toward maturity - as when we stretch things, we either get to a point and snap back, or the cord breaks. I think my cord was about to break and they were greatly used to ease the tension and save the cord. Times with them rank among the happiest of my life. I believe they were almost a surrogate family to me, and they accepted and loved me as one would a child who had no home!
Many nights of long talks about the meaning of life and of God and Christianity were a common thing with them...long hours spent frolicking at the beach, climbing rocks, having picnics and a myriad of wonderful activities so carefully disguised in the costume of fun that I never knew they were really college classes in maturing - they taught their lessons in a loving environment and in a loving mode, so that I only knew I was loved, not being instructed in leaving behind the parts of me that were messed up, and the remains of childhood in a grown up body. I can't remember rebukes, but rather encouragement to press on, and cheers of well done...who wouldn't like to grow up in a family like theirs.
Today, Martha is gone, and Van is older and lives in a new life where I have not known him well, nor even met many of the players in his life...yet memories go on and are so very real...every February, I silently say Happy Birthday Van, and every November, I bid Martha a Happy Birthday as well...and in the meantime, thoughts which often crowd into my mind of these two immediately bring an overwhelming nostalgia like none other....Thank you so much, God, for sending these two into my life and changing me through their loving attention and guidance.
Martha and Van came into a very confused time in my life, when I was in the midst of sorting through what life meant, and stretching toward maturity - as when we stretch things, we either get to a point and snap back, or the cord breaks. I think my cord was about to break and they were greatly used to ease the tension and save the cord. Times with them rank among the happiest of my life. I believe they were almost a surrogate family to me, and they accepted and loved me as one would a child who had no home!
Many nights of long talks about the meaning of life and of God and Christianity were a common thing with them...long hours spent frolicking at the beach, climbing rocks, having picnics and a myriad of wonderful activities so carefully disguised in the costume of fun that I never knew they were really college classes in maturing - they taught their lessons in a loving environment and in a loving mode, so that I only knew I was loved, not being instructed in leaving behind the parts of me that were messed up, and the remains of childhood in a grown up body. I can't remember rebukes, but rather encouragement to press on, and cheers of well done...who wouldn't like to grow up in a family like theirs.
Today, Martha is gone, and Van is older and lives in a new life where I have not known him well, nor even met many of the players in his life...yet memories go on and are so very real...every February, I silently say Happy Birthday Van, and every November, I bid Martha a Happy Birthday as well...and in the meantime, thoughts which often crowd into my mind of these two immediately bring an overwhelming nostalgia like none other....Thank you so much, God, for sending these two into my life and changing me through their loving attention and guidance.
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