Hello! Through this time of reinventing myself, some rather wonderful things have come to my mind. I won't take a lot of your time today, but hope you get a kick out of my lost opportunity!
This morning, I started with reading a passage from Mark, Chapter 5, and verse 47, "Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses saw where He (Jesus) was laid." I was impressed in learning that the name Joses was not a typo, but referred to another brother of James.
Next, when reading the written text in my study bible which explains the passages, I learned that "these women could do very little (for Jesus.) They couldn't speak before the Sanhedrin in Jesus defense, they couldn't appeal to Pilate; the couldn't stand against the crowds; they couldn't overpower the Roman guards. But they did what they could. They stayed at the cross when the disciples had fled; they followed Jesus' body to its tomb; they prepared spices for his body. Because these women used the opportunities they had, they were the first to witness the resurrection. God blessed their devotion and diligence. As believers, we should take advantage of the opportunities we have and do what we can for Christ instead of worrying about what we cannot do."
What a good reminder!
Now, let me tell you about how easy it is to fail to do what you can, when you can.
As you may remember, we moved into this townhouse last July. And to be fair to ourselves, it took a very long time to get ourselves settled with doctors, dentists, shopping places, barbers, etc. and still find time for our family. Therefore, we have not met the people who live across the street from us, or behind us. We have met the kids, and they are great, but parents, grandparents? We do not know anyone by name.
There is an older couple across the street and we have helped him on occasion with some small task, but have no names or telephone number. I thought it would be nice to meet them, so I planned to bake a cake and take a few pieces over to them and introduce myself.
Then, just the other day, an ambulance came by and one of the older couple was taken away. And there had been no cake delivered. No names had been found. Another neighbor, whom I also did not know, did not know the old couple's names, and had never spoken to them. Nor, did they know if there is anyone left in the apartment.
And still I have done nothing. There still is no cake. And the snow is deep now. And I'm not sure which apartment they live in. And I have not done what could have been done.
My mind is made up. I'm going to find out what their house number is and mail them a card or note, and tell them: "When you get home, please call me at..........(my phone number) and I will have you come over for coffee and a piece of cake!"
Better late than never! I hope it doesn't turn out, "That boat has sailed!"
Thanks for reading my tale of woe! And I hope if there is a next time, I will be more dutiful and take care of things properly.
Your friend, Jo from MN (p.s. It's done, the note is in their doorway, behind their screen! and the cake is baked1)
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