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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Brown's Daily Word 2-11-14

    Praise the Lord for this new day.  It is going to be brilliant and sunny.  The gripping power of snowy and Icy winter is slowly caving in to the dawning of sweet spring.  It is spring time in Orissa, India, where they are experiencing summer like days, warm and very warm, and the mango trees are in full bloom.  My new found friend Carol, who lives in Florida, has a luxuriant mango tree in her yard.  This mango tree is in bloom now.  Praise the Lord for flowering trees and fruit trees. 
 
    I read a very heart warming story about William and the life of a local church.  William had recently moved into town. Sadly, William's elderly mother had died the very day his family moved into the community.  William, knowing his mother loved sacred music, began coming to a church composed of people from 40 different nations, people who embodied diversity.  Initially, he sat near the front of the congregation, not far from Miss Ida, who sat straight-backed and still near the front of the congregation, lips pursed, hands folded neatly in her lap.  William was clicking his recorder on and off, rewinding, fast-forwarding, sometimes mumbling, and all the while rocking back and forth, back and forth.  After a few Sundays, someone told William he was making too much noise.  If he insisted on bringing the recorder and pushing the buttons, he would need to sit in the lobby and listen to the service via the speakers.  That is what William did…for three Sundays.

    On the fourth Sunday, Miss Ida arrived uncharacteristically late and asked William why he was sitting in the lobby instead of the sanctuary.  William said, "The people in there said I was making too much noise.  I have to sit out here."  In a quiet act of compassionate dissent, she sat with him.  He rocked, and she was still. The next Sunday, five others joined them.  On the following Sunday, 30 people sat in the lobby.

    Today, William sits with the choir.  He is the "assistant sound man."  Every Sunday, he records the service, clicking his buttons, mumbling and rocking.  After each service, William walks several miles to the cemetery and leaves the cassette on his mother's grave with these simple words, "Here's church, Mama."  William understood communion.  His ministry was to help others understand.

    Miss Ida proved to be a person who was listening, watching, and waiting.  She responded to God's call, able to offer new life to a very barren situation.  An act of faith that shone God's light, His Presence…burst forth in new life for William and this congregation!  Miss Ida responded in obedience, which made all the difference.

    How might God be speaking to us today, calling us to faithful obedience?  What new thing is Jesus doing that might make our ears tingle?  The Lord has come and is standing, calling each of us by name.  Let us respond by saying, "Speak, Lord, for Your servants are listening!"

In Christ,

  Brown

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