When I was 11 my parents divorced and began new lives with different people. A few months later right after I turned 12 my grandpa died I went to live with my grandmother who was a semi-invalid to help her like little Orphan Annie to wash the cups and saucers. But it was the best move in my young life though at 1st I feared Momo because I didn’t knew her. She was a Christian and full of love although very strict. She taught me about values and skills such as cleaning and although she could not go she arranged and insisted I go to church every Sunday. It was there I came to JESUS.
My grandmother, Momo, had taped a poem right over the kitchen sink where I did the dishes every night. A verse of it read:
I am my neighbor’s Bible, he reads me when we meet
It may be in my home, it may be on the street.
He may be a relative, or maybe a friend
He may not even know my name but yet he’s reading me. /anonymous
Seeing that poem each day, got me to thinking about it. My sister Rose and I did dishes together. To make the time go faster we put a tune to the poem and would often sing it. And the words settled down into my heart.
If she had done nothing more than taped that poem up where I would see it every day, my grandmother would still have had a tremendous and lasting influence on me. For that concept that my attitude and actions as well as my words are evangelizing what I believe to all who see or hear me sunk deep down deep into my soul.
In the bible we are told of a woman, the mother of a king, who was his counselor to do wickedly. Can you even imagine a mom doing that? She actively counseled her son to do wrong (2 Chronicles 22:3). It is horrifying to think that some action of mine, let alone some advice of mine, would encourage my children (or someone else) to do wrong.
What are people reading when they see you, when they see me?
Looking unto JESUS the Author and Perfecter of my faith
Hugs
Sharon
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