Eternity's door
I held her frail hand at the nursing home as she lay beside me, breathing softly. It was a comfortable silence. I was humbled to be with this beautiful woman during her final days on earth. The thought of someone being alone, without love, during such a vulnerable time is heart-wrenching. Thankfully she wasn't short of people planning to sit by her side. I met her at the church doors five months earlier. We had just arrived in the area to take over the reigns of a church which had spanned over three decades. She was in mid conversation introducing herself & telling me her story, with her rich German accent, when I felt to stop her & asked for a hug. Just in those moments we connected instantly - spirit to spirit. As a younger woman, she had been a key member involved in many of the crusades, the meetings, the morning teas, the community. She had a wealth of memories & such a passion for God. She explai...