I leave early tomorrow morning on a road trip and won’t be back behind this counter until at least Friday night. Talk among yourselves while I’m gone.
A dear aunt, aged 90 and under home hospice care for several months, died last night. I’m driving the 10 hours to the old family stomping grounds to spend some time with my cousins and pay my respects, etc. My late aunt was one of those rare people who are strong and steady and quiet and patient and unselfish and just plain GOOD. A woman of faith, who believed deeply and never found it necessary to preach at people.
I think she was wise enough to know that it’s not about standing on a corner waving a Bible and hollering about Jesus to passers-by. It’s not what’s on your T-shirt, or the messages on the bumper stickers on your car. It’s not about waving your finger at someone in the grocery store and giving them an uninvited lecture on the Commandments. The most powerful sermon you will ever preach is life you live.
Her sermon was the best.
