Two years ago on August 16th I was greatly saddened on hearing about the death of the legendary Aretha Franklin and it brought to mind another legendary singer, Miss Mahalia Jackson and I told something in a blog I had never mentioned about my encounter with her when I was 12 years old. Funny how things you hear being back a flood of memories, things you hadn’t thought about in many years.
It happened again this morning …
I heard a commercial that brought back a memory of one of the most terrifying things that could be as it happened, but the after thought of it, always invokes a chuckle… just hear me out…
I was on my way to the prayer meeting on a Friday night and a lady that had been a faithful participant for many years in the prayer group I led was not feeling good. Since I didn’t live too far from her I decided to go by her house on my way to the meeting and just have a personal prayer with her and tell her how much I appreciated and loved her. When I walked in she was standing there and holding on to her walker, she was surprised and happy to see me, she did something she should not have done but it was instinctive to her to hold her arms out and give me a big hug, she turned loose of the walker and started falling over to her side, I reached to catch her and missed which made me fall … on top of her. I was trying to get off of her without causing her injury but was having as much luck as a beached whale trying to get back to the ocean. As I was struggling she had reached a little white plastic square hanging around her neck and spoke into it the line, which I cannot hear without remembering that night… Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
As advertised the paramedics were there within a few minutes, helped her get up and took her to the hospital to be checked out, I was left standing in the driveway wishing I had just kept driving to the prayer meeting instead of stopping to do a good deed which went very bad!
The end of the story was that she was not hurt and was just fine! Thank GOD! I don’t think I could have ever lived it down and the story would have ended with no laughter at all…
Is there a moral to the story? Will I ever make an unexpected call on a faithful parishioner again? Is there an appropriate scripture reference?
Romans 7: 21-23 It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God’s commands, but it’s pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.
Galatians 6: 9-10 So let’s not allow ourselves to get fatigued doing good. At the right time we will harvest a good crop if we don’t give up, or quit. Right now, therefore, every time we get the chance, let us work for the benefit of all, starting with the people closest to us in the community of faith.
The end of the story is that her big bear hug and the fact that she always seemed to know when I needed one was worth me groveling around on her living room floor.