Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Not about me, but about me

So...I am hopefully done playing nurse to my family. Hubby is on the mend--feels good today. Sees eye doctor tomorrow. Baby Girl was her full, happy, bubbly, perky self this morning. She see's doc on Friday just to be sure.

I need desperately to get my sermon for tomorrow written, but just got a sad phone call (for lack of a better word). A little boy was just admitted to a hospice house this morning--he has outlived his diagnosis for much longer than any of us expected. My heart aches for this family--this little boy whose forehead I marked with the sign of the cross on his baptismal day just over 6 years ago.

A few years ago, I thought I was going to move, but had this nagging feeling that I was supposed to stay until I did his funeral. Well--I didn't move then--for lots of reasons. And now--in just a few weeks, a different congregation will be voting to extend me a call. (It's by no means definite; money is a huge factor but that's another post.) If they do call me, it'll be a few months yet before moving. Just recently I said to my hubby, I haven't thought about this boy's funeral for some time. But today, I wonder. Is this what I am here for?

4 comments:

Unknown said...

My heart goes out to all who love this little boy. Blessings to you in your ministry, however this story unspools.

Unknown said...

I require details, chickie-poo.

Also... how amazing is the Spirit's timing? I am glad you are still there for this family.

Silent said...

Yeah--except as they apparently remember it senior pastor baptized the boy so he will be preaching at the funeral. (SP talked with funeral home and had them ask which one of us should preach. When SP called me today, he said that 'they said since I baptized him'...and I didn't say anything, but as I think about it, my cynical self says that he decided that--that the family said they didn't care.) I'll be there and part of it, but it's not the same. I don't know what I'd say and with the grief the family is in I would never say anything to them. But it hurts. And then I feel bad because it obviously pales in comparison to what they are going through. So I'm trying to keep it in perspective--to give Baby Girl extra hugs and just do the other things that need to get done.

Unknown said...

You're a good pastor, sweetie.

When do you find out about the other place?