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Last Wednesday, people gathered at our church in Keene from many of the area churches. My job was to check off the names as people arrived and to collect their payment for lunch. I sat behind a table ready and willing to do this simple job. I knew most of the people on my list. Welcoming them was fun at first.
Very quickly a line formed in front of me. The sound of many people talking and laughing kept increasing. As the line grew longer, and the noise grew louder, my stress level rose. My brain reacted like an overloaded computer. The names of people I knew well totally disappeared from my mind. I was embarrassed and frustrated. Why doesn’t God help me, I thought.
Sometimes our lives are like that. When the going gets tough, the noise of pain, illness, stress, worry, fear, overloads our heart and we cry out. “Why don’t you help me God?” Our minds fill with questions like: Does God truly care? Does God even exist? We feel as if God has disappeared. We’re lost and alone.
Last Wednesday, during a break in the line, I reached out to Joan who was helping with the name tags. I told her of my distress. God’s love shone through Joan’s smile and her words of comfort as she shared similar experiences and gave me encouragement. She told a funny story. We laughed. Our brief break ended as another big group came through the door. This time I felt just a little different, more relaxed, more able to admit my brain overload. People shared their stories of senior moments. God cared for me through Joan and the people in line.
Once again I was reminded, when we feel overwhelmed and God seems to have disappeared, all I need do is reach out. Share my story with someone. The Good News is that God is with me, always. When I open up, God can use the people around me to help.