Sunday, June 10, 2007
Small Signs on Sunday
I will be posting my sermon later today, if I'm up for it. I have a monster cold. I haven't been this congested in years. And I'm not taking it very well. I'm crabby and whiny and kleen-exy all at the same time. I just took Benadryl and hope to nap now, and perhaps get a little perspective back. In the meantime:
1. Today I noticed a visitor at our 8:00 a.m. outdoor service. She was a woman who had come to the church to pray earlier in the week. We are used to having people come to get gas or food money, but she just wanted someone to pray with her, as she had just gotten a hard diagnosis to bear. She hadn't been in a church for a long time, and noticed our (new, light-up) sign. She asked what time our services were -- and then showed up! She said it felt good to pray. I was happy to see her.
2. At 10:00 we had the rhythm instruments out for the beginning of the service, as we often do. We sing some "praise songs" to open worship in the summer. We often have a signer at the service, but we have not enough money for the whole summer, so she didn't come today. This disappointed me, especially when I saw K, a young woman with Cerebral Palsy (I think). She communicates by signing. But she is also awesome on rhythm instruments. She played percussion in the high school band. I went to several concerts because my stepson was also in the high school band. Anyway, while I was fretting about the lack of a signer, I noticed that we were singing "Jesus Loves me" and she was signing. I know some of the signs for that song too, so I signed along. We had a little "sign-along" (not a typo). She ministered to me this morning.
3. Oh, I almost forgot. At our early (outdoor) serivce this morning, a very pregnant (should have given birth 2 days ago) woman came up for communion. She said, "will you bless my baby?" At first I thought I had heard her wrong, with the cold and all. Also, I have never been asked to bless a baby before s/he's born. So I hesitated for a moment, and then, put my hand on her stomach and asked God to bless her baby and keep it safe. What a holy and intimate moment. I was all caught up in thinking, "No one will want me to touch them. I'm contagious."
What are some small moments of grace in your ministry, and your life?