Celebrating a Coronation

That's what Dr. Robertson McQuilken, brother of Mrs. Bowers and moderator of the funeral yesterday, called it. The service was beautiful. I'm sure you can imagine the subject of our dinner and evening conversation, and the topic of our wakeful thoughts in the night. I am planning to live--fully live--as long as God permits, but He hasn't told us His plans. So we realize there are issues we need to research and discuss.

Dr. McQuilken's message was the most beautiful exposition of Psalm 23 I've ever heard. He told a beautiful story about a young orphan boy who lay dying in a hospital, very distressed. The chaplain came and told him about his Good Shepherd. As a memory aid, he linked the first five words, "The Lord is my Shepherd," to the five fingers of his left hand. The - Lord - is - my - Shepherd. And when he got to the fourth finger, he emphasized MY, helping the little boy personalize his relationship with the Shepherd.

A few days later, the chaplain returned and found an empty bed. The nurse had a story to tell. The lad had died peacefully, his hands lying on his chest. "But," she said, "I was puzzled. He had his right fist tightly clasped around the fourth finger of his left hand." No puzzle at all. He was simply saying, "MY Shepherd is here."

Our weekend is quite unscheduled. There's plenty that needs doing, but no deadlines. That's probably good.

Have a great weekend.

Carol