Often God uses someone—or something—as an unexpected messenger.
On Wednesday morning I came into the office and started working—fast. Sunday we had forty stewardship visitors coming to pick up their packets and . . . the “packet” was mostly a figment. I walked into my assistant’s office and started ticking off the critical components we needed to put in place today. I was rushed because I was scheduled to lead the Healing Eucharist at 9:30. In other words, I had to get Judy working on some key projects before I left for an entire hour!
Cindy, our Admin Support Coordinator, was sitting in Judy’s office when I barreled in like a linebacker. She listened to my caffeinated ramble about all the things we had to get rolling in the next ten minutes and then, as I was running out the door toward the Chapel, Cindy stopped me. “Wait a minute,” she said, holding out her hand to block my hurried exit. I was a little surprised.
“Stop for a minute,” Cindy said. “Aren’t you going to do the healing service?”
“What?” I said.
“Stop for a minute. Take a breath.”
She was serious.
The breath I tried to take was a like a shallow hiccup. Pathetic. I tried again. This time some actual oxygen reached my lungs. On the third try I got a deep draught that filled my chest. I let it out, relaxed my upper body, pulled back my shoulders then took another deep breath. Cindy watched me like a coach. She smiled.
“That feels better,” I said. As I left the office, I patted her shoulder with a silent thank-you.
Pulling on my robe in preparation for the liturgy, I had to laugh. I never expected Cindy to call me out of my frenetic busyness and into a place of sanity so that I might possibly bring a spirit of calm and blessing to those who would kneel at the altar in a moment and ask me to pray for their healing.
God’s messengers often surprise us. Hold that in mind as you go about your work today.
(Thank you, Cindy.)