~by Elizabeth Lapp
“...if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand.” Ezekiel 33:8
I work for a ministry called “Handyman,” which does jobs for widows that they cannot do for themselves. Our labor is free for them, but we are paid by businessmen or churches. “Harriet” was one of the widows I serve. She had a hard heart and used the name of the Lord in vain in nearly every sentence. I spoke to her about Jesus, and she told me she does not discuss religion or politics. I told her I love Jesus and can't live without Him. She replied that she knew, but her daughter died of cancer at age fifty-two. Harriet felt God had let her down. Every time I visited, she gave me big hugs, clinging to me. I prayed with her and thanked God for Jesus' love, death, and protection for Harriet. She never wanted to miss that prayer! I decided to try to reach this lady through love and kindness, so I wracked my brain for ideas. I took her fresh vegetables from a local roadside stand. I wanted to give them to her, but she insisted on paying for them. I planted twelve pink wave petunias for her, visualizing beautiful blooms outside her picture window. Unfortunately, the soil was depleted, the rain was too plentiful, the bugs had a feast, and my vision never materialized. On Valentine's Day I called her and said, “Harriet, this is Liz. It's Valentine's Day, so I just called to say 'I love you.'” Harriet couldn't stop exclaiming, and I ended up being the one who felt loved. Recently she was taken to the hospital and is now spending weeks in rehab. I don't know if I'll see her again or not! Did I do enough? Did I say enough? Did she see Jesus in me? I hope my efforts were not in vain – I so want to see her in Heaven.