Everyone seemed in a hurry to leave church that morning. I noticed an older lady just ahead of me who kept getting pushed back, not able to step out to the aisle. When I got to her pew I waved my hand for her to step in front of me. I gave her my biggest smile. She stepped out of the pew and looked toward the floor. No smile, not even a 'good morning' to me. Hmmmmm, I thought. I was so nice to her.
I followed her, along with many other people to the line leading to the Pastor. Once again she was being pushed out of the way. So, once again I waited for her to step in front of me. Again, no smile or any words to me. I heard the Pastor ask, "how are you today?" She answered, "not so good". He said, "we're praying for you". She nodded and moved forward.
It was then I noticed the tell tale scarf around her head. Her pale complexion and her staggered, weak gait.
I was so ashamed of myself. I judged her, not having a clue why she wasn't friendly. She is very ill.
I greeted the Pastor and then pushed past everyone. She was just outside the double doors, trying to make her way to the parking lot. Holding on to the railing. I tapped her on the shoulder. She stopped and turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around her and told her "I'm going to pray for you."
We both had tears in our eyes and I felt the holy spirit move within me when I saw the smile on her lips.
I have never seen her before, and I don't even know her name. But I've added her to my daily prayer journal. And I've asked the Lord to forgive my quick judgment.
Psalm 41:3 The Lord will sustain him on his sickbed and restore him from his bed of illness.