Last night I was at her bedside in ICU. She said something that really struck me. One of the things she most loves to do is stand and stretch out her hands in praise and worship with you on the weekends at The Branch. She lamented how painful it has been for her to raise her hands these last few months. When it was revealed last week that she had a tumor along her spinal canal, it became all the more clear the gravity of pain in which she had been. The thing is she never stopped raising her hands. I just had no idea what it cost her. It truly was a sacrifice of praise for her to do so.
In one sense what she said saddened me and in another sense it convicted me. I think of her so wanting to praise the Lord in such a way but not having a body easily able to do so. And yet, her continuing to worship in such a way, even in the midst of her pain, is what truly made it a sacrifice of praise.
My conversation with her got me to thinking about William Sangster. He was noted for spearheading a movement in spiritual renewal in the British Isles after World War II. Sangster contracted a disease which progressively paralyzed his body, even his vocal chords. The last Easter Sunday he spent on earth, though, he was still able to move his fingers. He wrote to his daughter at his bedside, “How terrible to wake up on Easter and have no voice to shout. But far worse, I suppose, to have a voice and not want to shout.”
I’ll see you this weekend! Come ready to shout!
Grace and Peace,
Posted on Fri, January 3, 2014
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