That friends would be allowed to
Share a memory.
I had known the dear lady for many
Years, and after she moved to a
Nursing home I was blessed by my
Visits with her.
But it was a perfunctory, generic service:
No music.
No words from the family, and
Almost no Scripture, just a few
"One liners," as the pastor called them.
He had never met Betty, and when he
Was ready to close in prayer God prodded me
To speak up.
"Could I share a memory?" I asked.
"Certainly," the pastor replied, and he
Invited me to the podium.
Facing the small group gathered there I
Read my poem and told them how much
Betty had meant to me.
I told them that on my last visit she
Shared her new year's resolution, to
Read her Bible every single day.
At 91 she still wanted to know Jesus better.
And I held up my wrist to display my
Bracelet.
"Betty would want me to share the gospel with
You," and using the colored beads, I did.
Afterwards, the pastor thanked me.
Betty's son thanked me.
And knowing Betty, she would have
Thanked me for speaking up too.