Some moments are so holy they are difficult to describe. One even wonders if they should be. I am going to attempt to tell you of such an event, simply because I’m not sure I could speak of anything else.
Today my husband and I served as one of the teams administering Communion in our Sunday morning service. It is a high privilege to serve our community in this way, and one that is always both lofty and weighty. At the end of the service, once invited, the congregation comes in family groups and sometimes larger groups to one of several couples to receive prayer and to partake together of the elements.
Toward the final moments, as most everyone had been served, there appeared in front of us a friend of ours escorting two women we did not know. Even as they approached, the air was stirring with something other than. One woman was pushing a wheelchair, and the one seated in it was wearing a dainty head covering. There were from Ukraine. As I offered the bread and my husband offered the cup, we noticed that the older woman was arthritic in her hands. She bravely struggled to get the two elements, one in each palm. Already there were tears in her eyes, and in ours, too.
My husband read briefly from a passage of Scripture, and then he asked me to pray. By this time, the air was heavy with God’s presence, and I was not sure I’d be able to speak. Somehow the words poured out. I do not remember all that God was saying to us in that prayer, but I do remember feeling the love, power and authority of the King of Kings. There was mention of healing, reconciliation and mercy. There was promise and comfort. As the “amen” was uttered, I looked up, directly into the eyes of the woman with the pink head covering. She was quietly weeping, and I felt my tears matching hers in their cool tracks down toward my chin. I knew in that moment that she had come in proxy for her countrymen, and that miraculously we had been chosen to share in her intercession. I touched her knee and whispered, “Thank you.” Her modest nod was the grandest acknowledgement of grace I’ve ever experienced. She did not speak any English, but we had connected and communicated on a much higher plane.
A holy moment. A beyond moment. We were embraced, enlarged, encouraged and empowered. Indeed, the Kingdom of God is at hand. I know not what tomorrow will bring for those precious women and their loved ones, but I do know the One who is their Lord and King, and He is and will be all they need in this hour and ones to come.
Dear reader, I urge you to pray with fervor that the King of Kings and Lord of Lords will be exalted and proclaimed as the way, the truth and the life. May we stand ready to bear His name with authority and receive His power to bear righteous fruit in His Kingdom. Let us pray together, “Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.”
Until next week, beloved, walk in the reality of eternal life, be ready to share what He’s given you, and encounter the holy.