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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