Thought for the Week – 27.5.21

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Last Sunday was Pentecost Sunday and we remembered that day when the Spirit gave Jesus followers the ability to speak of God’s powerful deeds of love in many languages.

Acts 2:4 says: ‘All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.’

That Spirit is still alive today. ‘All of them’ now includes this nine-year-old girl who communicated the love of God when most needed.

Nell and her husband, Ralph, had two sons. Their youngest son, Rick, was in a terrible accident when he was 21 years old. For five days, they walked the floor of the hospital hoping and praying that Rick could make it, but, tragically, Rick died – just 21 years old and gone.

The following Sunday morning, Nell went to church all by herself. Her husband was in the pulpit, her older son had gone back to his college out of town. Before the accident, Rick had been living at home and going to a local college. He always went to church with his mum and he always sat next to her. But now he was gone and Nell went to church that morning all alone.

She said walking into church all by herself the Sunday morning after Rick’s funeral was heart wrenching and she prayed: ‘O God, please be with me. Please give me the strength I need to do this… O God be with me.’

She walked in and sat down in her usual place and out of habit she moved over and left a place open on the aisle – the place where Rick always sat. She looked at that empty spot and it was almost unbearable. She felt so alone.

Just then, there was a movement beside her. She looked over to see a little nine-year-old girl slip into that seat. The little girl reached over and held Nell’s hand and all through the service, every now and then the little girl would pat Nell’s hand and say: ‘I love you, Mrs. Mohney.’

On that morning, when she needed God more than ever, God was with her in the spirit and in the love and thoughtfulness of a little nine-year-old girl.

Reverend Tom Telfer, Kilchrenan and Dalavich l/w Muckairn