Oh it's a Monday

Today I visited with a brother who I had seen twice before. This time was a little different though, as he was laying in his bed, not sitting by the window. Not sure what has put him in bed, the nurse, the doctor, his daughters... the cancer? But he looked tired. He still wanted to talk though. An elderly man, a lawyer, and someone concerned with the direction of the Christian faith. Not through politics and government, but something that should be shared by our hands, touching those in need and those hurting. We are not meant to go grow the church, but to minister to the poor, the sick, the helpless. Jesus did not spend his time inviting people to church, but touching them in ways noone has ever touched before. We are the hands of Christ. Today, this kind man talked about how lately he has realized the warmth of hands, and the life that is in them. I could sense his thoughts of mortality beginning to vocalize, and listened hard. He was proud of me, and said that I was a good Christian man. He said he is sad. Sad to see the world in the shape it is, and I assume, sad that there isn't much more he is able to do. So he reached up, grabbed both my hands, and said see the warmth, feel it? Life continues. It will continue in you. I prayed with him. And thanked God for his life, and the blessing he has meant to me in this very moment. Honored by the kind words, and the affirmation of my life now. And feeling the warmth of life in the love of a Christian brother.