She was dying, but...
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She was dying, but she wouldn't tell me. It was only after the doctor had removed her breast that anyone in the church even suspected that she was more seriously ill than had been rumored. When I heard that she had cancer, I asked her why she hadn't told me. Her matter-of-fact answer both surprised and pleased me. "Pastor," she smiled and said, "I appreciate everything you've ever done for me, I really do; but you're not the one I need now. Jesus is the only one who can help me now, and I know that he has. I feel good, my appetite's good, I don't have any pain, and I'm not worried a bit right now. I appreciate your caring, but that's why I didn't tell you — or anyone else." The Lord was her portion, the sum total of all her desires; and she experienced God's mercies anew every day in her life. Although I continued my pastoral care of her, she knew — and I knew — that her help really did come in the name of the Lord. Amen
--Russell
