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Old 06-22-2003, 12:21 PM
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God's Vessel

God's Vessel

The following story goes to show us that we never know when God will use us as his vessel to send His saving strength & message.

It was hard to watch her fail. Physically she was growing thinner and more stooped. Mentally she was losing her ability to sort out reality. Initially, my grandmother had railed angrily against the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that were eroding who she had always been. Eventually, the anger gave way to frustration, and then resignation.

My grandmother had always been a strong woman. She was also a woman with a deep faith in God. As she lost her ability to live alone, my father moved her into his home. She seemed to enjoy being surrounded by the noise and activity of a large, extended family.

As she slipped further away from us mentally, my grandmother would occasionally have moments of lucidity when she knew where she was and recognized everyone around her. We never knew what prompted those moments, when they would occur or how long they would last.

Toward the end of her life she became convinced that her mother had knit everything she owned. "Mama knit my boots," she would tell strangers, holding up a foot clad in galoshes. Soon we were putting on her boots for her and helping her zip up her coat.

During my grandmother's last autumn with us, we decided to take a family outing. Grandma loved flowers, so my dad bought her a rose. She carried it proudly through the fair, stopping often to breathe in its fragrance. She couldn't go on the carnival rides so she sat on a bench close by and waited while the rest of the family rode. Her moments of lucidity were now a thing of the past.

A sullen-looking young woman already occupied the bench, but said she wouldn't mind sharing the bench. "Mama knit my coat," my grandmother told the young woman as she sat down.

When we came back to the bench the young woman, looking as though she had been crying, was holding the rose. "Thank you for sharing your grandmother with me," she said. Then she told us her story. She had decided that day was to be her last on Earth. In deep despair and feeling she had nothing to live for, she was planning to go home and commit suicide. While seated together, she found herself pouring out her troubles.

"Your grandmother listened to me," said the young woman. "She told me about a time, during the Depression, when she had lost hope. She said that God loved me and would watch over and help me make it through my problems. She gave me this rose.

She told me that my life would unfold, just like this rose, and that I would be surprised by its beauty. She told me my life was a gift. She said she would be praying for me."
We stood, dumbfounded, as she hugged my grandmother and thanked her for saving her life. Grandma just smiled a vacant smile and patted her arm. As the young woman turned to leave, she waved good-bye to us. Grandma waved back and then turned to look at us, still standing in amazement.

"Mama knit my hat," Grandma said.
Brother Pat.....
Sr. Chaplain / Counselor & Gospel Singer
If we spread the gospel, Jesus will spread salvation.
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