My friend Julie was sick with a chronic, mysterious affliction that had her living on liquid protein and pain medications. As her weight dropped, our conversations nearly always centered on symptoms and my suggestions: "maybe you should try this -- or this-- or this..."
After a while, I had nothing to say; I couldn't pray anymore. Julie wasn't healed, and she wasn't getting better. I wanted to avoid her because I couldn't find a remedy for her illness. Then one day, while reading about the king who said, "I was sick, and ye visited me," I saw with new eyes what the Lord expected of me. The king didn't say, "I was sick and you healed me," or "I was sick and you gave me all the right answers to fix the situation." The king said, "You visited me."
How marverolously simple! I realized that what my friend needed was my care. By caring about those who are sick -- giving of our time, not solutions -- we touch the heart of God. Ministering to those who are sick is not about our ability to solve problems or offer advice. It's about letting people know that they are not alone. It's about showing God cares for them, and so do we.
God, help us give our time to those who need us. Open our eyes to their real needs. Amen.
|Parishioner Cheryl Wallace agreed to share with us her “blog” regarding her special journey with her mom. When asked if she preferred to remain anonymous, she replied:
“I would welcome anyone speaking to me about any aspect of it. My main purposes are to make others aware that there are positive gifts in caring for a loved one, that God is there with the afflicted and with the caregiver, and that caregivers are not alone. It's really been a wonderful “respect life” lesson for me, and I hope it will do the same for someone else. If you need any more information from me, please feel free to ask. Peace, Cheryl Wallace.
Cheryl may be reached via email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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