Our faith comes alive when we recognize the needs of others and respond in love
I know a woman, Sophie, whose mother Margaret, battled Alzheimer’s disease. Sophie visited her regularly and never knew what to expect. Some days, Sophie was her Aunt Mildred who had stolen Margaret’s bike. Other days, she was her grandmother, Lois, tucking Margaret into bed for the night. Margaret’s confusion disturbed Sophie. She continued to visit, but had to drag herself there. She would grow weary after only a few minutes. It tore her up when her mother cried to come home with her. Sophie prayed for her mother daily, but didn’t know what else she could do.
One day, Sophie decided to take a tape of worship to her mom and listen to it with her. As the tape played, Margaret began to tap her foot with the hymns. She nodded her head at the familiar words of Scripture. She bowed in prayer. Her breathing became steady. As the Lord’s Prayer began, her lips started to move, the words began to flow from her mouth,
“For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.”
Margaret raised her head. She looked over at her daughter and smiled. “Mary, you are a beautiful child.”
Our faith comes alive when we recognize the needs of others and respond in love.