Sometimes it Takes a Hand

A woman walked into a church building yesterday for Sunday morning services.  Nobody saw her, knew her name, or understood anything about her due to her late arrival.  Who could have blamed her for delayed attendance?  She was pregnant with a young clinging on to her side every so tightly.  Although nobody saw her walk in late, the little guy by her side was full of energy the second they were seated.  Screams of petitions shot out of his mouth in hesitation to their newly discover destination.

She came to hear the Word.

He was forced to come along.

The young child’s moans and outburst were like painful shills every time they went out through the sanctuary.  Everyone in the congregation turned as he screamed and cried in rebuttal.  The “disruption” continued for some time.  The people thought to themselves, “Who is this woman to disrupt their service?”  or “Who is this child to carry on the way he does?” not thinking about the woman’s feeling or her troubling situation.  The momentum shifted quickly as many Sunday worshipers turned into a disgruntled congregation.  Maybe they felt powerless to help this ongoing complication.  Maybe they were scared to say something.  Maybe.  Regardless, it wasn’t their problem.

They were here to worship but so was she.

As the situation escalated, the woman quickly realized her distraction.  She gathered her things as more sets of eyes locked on her every time her precious child made a sound.  She couldn’t take it anymore.

It was time to leave.

A couple in the back noticed the young woman’s weary heart.  They discussed what they should do quietly regarding the situation that was panning out in front of them.  As they discussed, one tuned to the other and quickly disappeared out of his seat walking out the door after the young woman.

It was time to do more than talking.

He followed her down the hall chasing out the door and into the parking lot reaching out to her as she prepared her keys to open her car door.  His voice was soft.  He was sympathetic.  He understood.  He urged her to drop the young man off at the nursery that nobody had explained to her had existed due to her late arrival.  He explained her child would be loved and cared for properly as she remained in the service.  He explained that she would then have the opportunity to come back in and her what God had to say to her without the distraction.

Her weary face turned to joy.  She made her way to the nursery door dropping her young one off in safe hands to play freely.  Within minutes she was back in the service singing songs to the Lord, hearing the message of Christ, and gaining momentum for the upcoming week.  She knew she could face another day with God’s help.  All because someone got out of the seat and put words into actions.

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.” -Romans 12:9-13

Sometimes it takes a hand…



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