GO TELL

Don’t you love today’s Sunday school lesson? Jesus showed compassion to a crazy man. Someone who wasn’t asking for healing, but who rather, told Jesus to leave him alone. Jesus healed him anyway, and he was forever grateful. The modern picture I get in my mind just now is of one of today’s elders in warm conversation with his brethren, relating the story of his craziness, and then, how Jesus changed him.

“I love to tell the story!” As a child, I listened to my Grandpa Becker’s enthusiasm for telling the story, especially in the Haiti and Mexico missions. A favorite song of grandpa’s was, “It Must Be Told.” He did not approve of, “all because we do not love them millions fill the heathen grave.” Grandpa loved the souls of mankind.

I’ve been given the opportunity to let the Light shine among the masses of humanity. What should be my reaction to the ‘crazy’ people begging on Broadway? The customers at the Farmer’s Market have endeared themselves to me. It’s such a wonderful opportunity to let the Light shine. Laurence too has many chances to witness for Truth to both patients and coworkers.

There’s snow on tree branches and mountains as we rumble along on the train to worship in Poughkeepsie. “Lord,” I pray, “Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” Jesus in me, and I have a story to tell. “Go tell it on the mountain.” Berniece

P.s. We just passed the island where the sisters lived who wrote the song, “Jesus loves me.”