It was a cold, rainy...
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It was a cold, rainy, January day. The wind was so gusty that umbrellas were almost turned inside out. Having already contended with the heavy, late-afternoon traffic and jockeying around in the parking deck for a space, I was looking forward to briskly covering the 200 yards between the parking deck and the hospital, getting in the dry, and visiting one of our hospitalized church members. With each step I thought, "What a terrible day to be out." Approaching the hospital, I met two of our good ladies en route to the parking deck. Both ladies, in their 70s, were bundled up in large coats, wool caps, scarves, and gloves. They had just come from the room I was hurrying to get to. They are not relatives of the patient and were under no obligation to get out on a nasty day to make a hospital call, except as they felt obligated in the name of Christ, the church, and love.
To say "Here am I, send me," does not always require going to a far continent. Distance is not nearly as important as devotion. Two ladies in their 70s, out on a cold, rainy day, making a hospital call are as genuinely "sent" as is a missionary to the outback.
To say "Here am I, send me," does not always require going to a far continent. Distance is not nearly as important as devotion. Two ladies in their 70s, out on a cold, rainy day, making a hospital call are as genuinely "sent" as is a missionary to the outback.
