This is my story

 

This my story—I have not shared it before; it is too precious to my mind and soul.

 

One of my teachers has a lesbian daughter. The daughter works tirelessly with the homeless in our community and was thrown under the bus by her mentor about one of the homeless people she was trying to help. It happened in open court. My teacher-friend said, “And I did think Mrs. X would be the one to show my child the face of Jesus” and I felt like I had been plunged into cold water and could not breathe.

No one showed this young woman what Jesus looked like? After careful thought, consideration, and prayer, I put together a basket of “girl things” and a note (this was just after 9-11) and I said to this young woman, whom I have still never met, that her work mattered and her heart for these homeless people mattered and I wanted to bless her with a little something. I did not comment on her lifestyle or even use a scripture.

That spring her mother (my teacher) brought back the basket I had sent, filled with veggies from this woman’s garden with a thank you. She said, “And you got the first fruits, baby!”

As I turned to go to my office the Holy Spirit said to me, “After the order of Melchizedek.” I went to my office and wept.

It is so priceless a treasure that God used me to minister to this family. I sometimes pull it out and think about it when I am under attack. I can be used by my Father. I am under attack now.

And that is why I did not want to share this publicly.

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