Psalms 107: 33-43, 108: 1-6 (7-13); Exo. 2: 23-51; 1 Cor. 13: 1-13; Mark 9: 14-29
When my husband and I were married, he was a student at a university. At graduation, he accepted a position with one of the “Big Three” automobile companies. Each promotion meant a move, and so for 40 years, we crisscrossed the country. For a time, our transfers were within our home state. But eventually that changed to encompass the contiguous 38. We did not “go home” again until we retired.
As time went by, our children became adults and began making their own families. For a few years we were fortunate enough to live near two of them. It was then that we first became grandparents. What a joy and wonder! Our son became daddy to two beautiful little girls, and our eldest daughter gave us a handsome, sturdy grandson. The flaw in this ideal story is that our daughter’s pregnancies were not easy. She suffered with toxemia and pre-eclampsia. Her second pregnancy ended in a spontaneous abortion. So we were thrilled when we learned they were expecting again. However, one again the fetus and mother were in jeopardy.
One Saturday morning, when my husband was on a business trip to the Orient, I received a frantic phone call from my father. Mother was critically ill and he needed me. I hurriedly packed a bag and was headed toward the car, and the five-hour drive, when again the phone rang. My daughter’s body was threatening to abort her pregnancy. My daughter and son-in-law needed me. Now! Whatever was I to do? I had to go to my mother I have prayed my entire life. But I had never prayed as I did that day, for the lives of those I loved so dearly. I would have to say I PRAYED REALLY HARD. Mile after mile I prayed with my whole heart. I cannot recall where I was on my drive, but I vividly remember being touched, and suddenly I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit in that car with me. I was told to worry no more. Everything was going to be fine. The most beautiful calm came over me, and I believed! I sat back in the car seat and unclenched my hands from around the steering wheel.
No surprise. Mother spent three weeks recovering in the hospital, with me in attendance. Five months later we became grandparents again, to a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
I have no explanation for why my prayer received immediate attention and was answered. I just know it did. My past experience with God had been hearsay. Now it was personal. Very personal. I didn’t spend time wondering, “why me, Lord?” I spent a lot of time praising Him for His healing, His mercy, His power, His love and His grace. I still do.
Sally McKinnon has attended St. Margaret’s January through April for 14 years. She is a lay reader, Lenten chef, FIND volunteer, prayer shawl maker, and resale shop worker.