Sunday someone made an announcement in church that they were trying to get a group together to go visit one of the church's shut-ins for her birthday. The woman was one of the charter members of the church and has, in the last year, lost complete use of all of her limbs thanks to a debilitating muscle disease. She's confined to a wheelchair and is the equivalent of a quadrapalegic. The good news is that her mind is strong and she can communicate like nothing is wrong.
So Thursday I showed up for the birthday party, and I am so glad I did. There, in this woman's living room, were about 15 church members, a birthday cake, a balloon, and a pile of cards. As I said the Birthday Blessing, I was amazed that these people had thought to bring the church to someone's house. And I knew that I was seeing God.
