Faith Essentials

  When my mother passed away, we were blown away by the number of people who came to share how much her life had touched them. She had a heart for serving others and a unique ability to notice those who often went unnoticed.  In our city, we had a community living space where many elderly members of our church lived, including my grandmother. During her regular visits to see my grandmother, my mother always stopped in on some of the other elderly individuals she knew had no one else to look after them. They eagerly awaited her visits.  One elderly gentleman described her as a little bird, never knowing exactly when she would appear. He said she disappeared just as quickly as she appeared. During her quick visits, however, she always blessed them with a cheerful word of encouragement or took the time to pray with them. Her visits were divine. My mother reminds me of a story from the New Testament about a eunuch who was traveling and reading the book of Isaiah. The Hol...