Last week toward the end of our lesson at church this scripture was shared with the class. While the others moved on, I continued to plunge more deeply into these words we have all heard many times.
I don’t know why, but I have always read these words as a rebuke. I could feel the exasperation and frustration in the verses at why, after all this time and all that I have learned, could I still lack faith and be afraid.
But last week, something changed.
Let me paint the backdrop for you, so you can taste a bit of my journey in discovering what His message truly is to me.
For the month of January we have been given the assignment to provide Sacrament Meeting at a memory-care assisted living center here in town.
I’ve not been succeeding very well.
Regardless, it is a privilege and a blessing for me to just be there. It is a pretty sacred experience to watch family members or CNA’s tenderly take the bread and water from the trays and place it to the lips of one who has long ago forgotten how to do it themselves.
But they haven’t forgotten what it means.