by Amy NicholsAt a funeral I attended last week for a family member named Geraldine, "Gerry," the pastor encouraged the importance of telling the stories we live. Tell them to our children, so they can tell their children. Don't forget them, write them down. Each time God has worked in our lives, remember it and tell it. Keep them going.
I have to tell this story about Gerry that the pastor told at her funeral. Gerry had gone to the hospital to get some tests done on day in August. She was called at home when the results were in, and was told to come back to the hospital immediately. No further information was given. So Gerry, her husband, and their oldest daughter journeyed back as told. When they got there, the physician's assistant met them as they entered the hospital. He stated that her cancer had come back, and that he was very sorry. There were moments of silence, and then Gerry looked at the physician's assistant and said, "Well, Jesus is my savior."
The physician's assistant replied, "He's mine too."
Gerry was so touched that there was another believer unafraid of sharing their faith. It was very comforting. At that moment, all four of them held hands in a circle in the middle of the emergency room and prayed.
What a moment with Jesus in that moment of sorrow. Don't be afraid to share your stories or your faith. Gerry told everyone she knew. Gerry would be thrilled to have this story shared, and hopefully touch other people's lives. Please let me know if this has touched your life, as she has touched mine.
