Triple C News - Oct. 21
Hey, everyone…
Fall is the time when so many beautiful things happen so quietly…
The leaves were full of reds, yellow, and orange the whole time. As the day quietly shortens, silent changes occur where each leaf meets the branch that restrict the flow of minerals, water and chlorophyll and green gives way to autumn’s beautiful display that was hidden there all along…
How do they know to do this?
Squirrels have begun to gather up their stashes of nuts, buried away for the months of need. They used to think squirrels could smell where they had hidden their provisions but now scientists say somehow they remember their own secret places and they leave their friends’ food alone.
How do they know how to do this?
There are over 350 kinds of birds who are quietly beginning to fly south from Canada and North America and some won’t stop until they’ve made it to South America! Scientists say they have the jitters (they call it “zugunruhe”) days and weeks before they take off. I kind of get that too before a long trip. They always know when to leave and where to go, even when they’ve never been there!
How do they know how to do this?
Researchers say birds utilize the changing angles of sunlight by day, and they follow stars at night and somehow the magnetic fields lead them. But ultimately, scientists have to admit they don’t really know.
I feel free in my heart to say I think Jesus tells them.
On this spectacularly beautiful fall day, we all have a deep sadness inside.
We lost a dear friend and a sweet brother last Tuesday.
Although, we didn’t lose him; you only lose something if you don’t know where it is.
Twoter is home!
On the Sunday before last Sunday, after our worship time, Lee said to me, “Let’s take Twoter and Terry the communion bread and two cups and share it with them in the hospital room.”
I thought it was a beautiful idea.
“How did he think of that?” I wondered.
Twoter had begun his chemo in the days before and wasn’t feeling good at all, but he sat up in the bed and took what Jesus called “His body” and drank what He named “His blood”. He thanked us so sweetly. We prayed and left.
This last Tuesday, in the evening after Twoter had gone to be with his Lord that morning, we were talking and Maria said, “You know, whenever we would have communion during worship service, Twoter would always bring some of the bread and cups downstairs where those who were working with kids would be so that we could take it too.’
“Seriously??” I said. “I did not know that!”
Lee didn’t know that either!
“Yes. Every time.”
And then we stopped and thought…
When Lee suggested that we take communion to him in the hospital, it would be a blessing…
a moment…
a gesture…
a comfort…
that Twoter would personally deeply appreciate.
For unknown to us, he had quietly done it for so many!
How did Lee know to do this?
Just like the trees and birds…
I believe Jesus told him.