I lived around the corner from a delicatessen that was managed by an elderly couple. One day, as I entered, I saw a disturbing picture. The lady seemed to be delirious, and the man was deeply frightened. I was startled when she grabbed me and demanded, "You have to help me; I'm dying!" Since she was determined to hold on to me, I turned to God for help. It occurred to me to ask her if she knew the Lord's Prayer. She did. I then asked her where we could pray privately, and I managed to move with her into a tiny storeroom behind the checkout counter. She released me, and we sat down, knee-to-knee, facing each other. I held her hands, and we started to pray the Lord's Prayer very slowly, yearning to understand the real meaning and feeling God's presence wrapping us in Love. I could feel the fear draining away and could hear that she was beginning to breathe normally. I then spoke briefly to her about how God loved and cherished her and was always near to help. As I arose to leave, she requested that I return later in the day.
I came back in the afternoon to see a happy
couple serving customers in their normal way. The lady called
me aside to share a thought. She said, "When you came in,
it was as if I saw the face of God, and I knew I would be alright."
Her statement reminded me of Jacob who essentially said the same
thing when reunited with his brother, Esau. Then the gentleman
called me over and thanked me deeply, stating that he had not
known what to do. I detected a change in him too. He was softened,
humbled, and more open to divine possibilities.
George Denninger ©