Recently, Husband brought his Elderly Mother home to live with all. What once was limited space has become committed to her. TV output noise is heard more than any sound of voices talking.
Months ago, on a Sunday afternoon, I entered the club house meeting this family for the first time. Mother asks me, “Isn’t it wrong to call people names? Isn’t that what the Bible says?” Before I can say a word, she begins to tell me that someone from the park just walked through and said something derogatory to them and referred to them as squatters for always being in the club house. This is when she explains to me the issues with her Husband.
Her non-stop talking stops abruptly. “Are you the missionary?” I’m taken aback. I haven’t introduced myself or spoken of my purpose here to anyone in this part of the city. I am, however, wearing a cross around my neck.
Again, before I can answer, the Son begins to ask me questions regarding the Ten Commandments. He’s all confused as to what the Commandments are, so we go over them together.
I refer back to the obviously painful experience Mother had that started off this dialog with me. Using the scripture, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself…”, we discuss how we can respond Christ-like to incoming negativity.
When I leave them, I realize that God has placed me into an impromptu Bible Study. Since that incident, whenever Mother and Son see me walking through the club house, they want to talk about Jesus and Scripture. I try to approach their questioning, not with answers, but with mutual seeking and thankfulness. Surely, this has been a blessing for me to have met individuals so deeply drawn to our Lord’s love.