“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony. . . .” Rev. 12:11
For as long as I can remember I was shy and unassuming, but even as a child I would gather my young relatives and friends together and drag them to whatever Church I attended. I especially remember, I used to visit my sister at the home of her foster parents when I was about 10. She lived a mile away from my grandmother’s home and I would walk there every Saturday to do her hair, help with her homework, and most of all, talk to her about Jesus. (She, of course, was more interested in boys), but when I started talking about Jesus, I had her undivided attention.
We reconnected after many years and she told me that she had become disillusioned with Church and stopped attending. Of course, I always urged her to please return and to get her life back on track and she would always reply, “Yes, I know, just don’t keep hassling me about it.”
She called me this past Sunday and with the joyful voice I remember as a teenager said, “Guess what Ebony, I went to Church today.” I could hear the happiness in her voice. She said, “I went to my home Church, where I got baptized and got married. My old Pastor was there and he remembered me after all these years. And not only that, I didn’t want to go to Church because I didn’t have a winter coat nor transportation. And, Ebony you won’t believe this, but a woman who lives across the street from me saw me walking home from Church today and asked me, did I have a ride? When I told her, No, and that the Church was just around the corner, she said, “Don’t worry, I can drop you off on the way to my Church.” I told her, ” The real reason I haven’t been attending is: I don’t have a winter coat.” She said, “Why don’t you just come over to my house and have a cup of coffee with me and we will see what we can do.” Before we sat down to drink our coffee, she came out of her room with what looked to be a brand new wool coat. She said, Here, it’s yours.” I tried it on and it fit me perfectly. I could not contain myself, I was so happy. What a Blessed day, God is so good. Ebony, I just couldn’t wait to call you to thank you for nagging me.”
My sister’s joy was my joy. Her excitement was my excitement. Oh what a Blessing it is to be able to witness God’s Handiwork. I have many stories like this to share of others who have called who are grateful for what they learned through the years about Jesus and His Love. Their stories are simply extensions of His great Story. I can see clearly now, that my years of professional ministry and a life filled with sometimes more pain than joy only prepared me “for such a time as this.” I finally realize that the Lord was grooming me for “Life and Grace” to share with men and women everywhere what my Grandmother first shared with me — the perpetual and ever–unfolding story of One who in the midst of every choice, challenge, and change — loves each of us unconditionally and consistently remains the same. Jesus Christ — WAS — IS— and ALWAYS WILL BE — THE WAY!