Sunday, April 8; I’m gearing up to watch the Masters golf tournament which is my favorite sporting event of the year. This is only relevant to know so that I’ll look great after you read the next sentence. Lindsay has been feeling poorly having just fought off a nasty uterine infection following the birth of our son Ceallaigh Patrick. She thinks the infection has returned. Her fever spikes to 103.5, the pains have returned We head to the emergency room with the little boy as well. The doctors are concerned. Her white blood cells are off the chart. An infection is raging. Fifty hours and lots of IV antibiotics later we return home. Why us, why this, why now?
It was simply our turn. When we had to suddenly leave for the hospital we needed lots of help to take care of the other four children. And we needed it within minutes. The Evendens, who live a few blocks away, came right over. They stayed until Martha could come by. She was replaced by her daughter Natalie. She was replaced by Lizzy who the children love and are comfortable with and who stayed the night. Priscilla came by nine a.m. and was able to hold down the fort until my mother-in-law, Deana Williams arrived from Atlanta.
The church needs the occasional “crisis” to keep itself lubricated. If we were all wealthy and healthy, we wouldn’t need each other so much and would not have the amazing opportunity to love each other in such tangible ways. This same church had just finished giving us ten full meals after Ceallaigh’s birth. A regular caravan of friends dropped by to minister to us through their edible creations and to fuss over the little boy.
They then prayed for us when the news got out that we were going to the emergency room. Prayers from around the country were sent up. Kind words were offered on Facebook. The Church was rallying around her wounded. This is what She is built for.
An army is what we are and an army needs to keep moving forward. Why us? Why this? Why now? Rather we should be praying, “Thank you God for allowing us to be the reason that our local church family and brothers and sisters in Christ around the country could reach outside of themselves and minister to us for fifty hours in early April. That’s our role this time around. The next time we can deliver the meal and offer up prayers and shower the afflicted with love and care.
“You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men. You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden” (Matthew 5:13-14).
We are the light. Lindsay in her distress was able to minister to the very nurses that were there to take care of her. When she answered every question of: “Is this your first child?” with “No, it’s my fifth,” that conversation always was a talk of joy and blessing. Other nurses had questions for her about their own pregnancies and she was able to offer sage advice.
The job of the Church is to simply be the Church. Our first mission is to glorify our God. Our second mission is to minister to each other within the family, our third mission is to light up the world. When we do one and two, we accomplish the third.