Modelling Christ

After my morning worship and prayer, I opened my KJV Bible to where it was bookmarked and continued to read:

34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. (Matt. 34-40)

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I read the passage one more time, then put back the bookmark and slowly closed my Bible. The solemn moment reminded me of the purity of the heart of the King and how I’m still grappling with keeping His teachings to heart. My mind was full of the passage and my heart ached for it. For a fleeting moment, the three fatherless kids that we are sponsoring to school this year flashed in my mind. But I slowly shook my head because I knew it was shameful to even think that I can be proud to count every good deed as my own. The thought squeezed itself to my mind: It’s not the value of the donation or the magnitude of the help, but the real concern. The genuine love.

I sighed as I put my Bible down. Well, I can do it only by the grace of God. Little did I know what awaited me that day.

After breakfast, while I worked on my blogs, I called one of the maids to plug the extension cord so I could charge my laptop. While she worked on it, she looked at me sharply and said, “The agency texted me that sir [Felix] is there right now to pick up my replacement.”

Which reminded me that I had completely forgotten to inform her that she was going to be replaced. Just after a week after her arrival, I talked to my husband and asked him whether we shall replace her right away or I will do my best to learn to be patient with her. My husband answered me promptly, “We’ll replace her as soon as possible”. Then he proceeded to tell me how the maid had neglected to do his instructions.

The second time she assisted me to bake for Mother’s Day, I was slumped in my wheelchair, my painful back was killing me, I was straining for breath in front of the big electric fan, and I was trying my best not to succumb to crying. My two batches of unfinished muffin batter had been sitting longer than necessary, waiting for the bigger bowl that I told her to get. But although we had used it before and she had washed it and kept it to where she got it, she could not remember it. She could not remember what it looked like and where she put it. And on it went with the other gadgets and ingredients that I needed.

After that episode, I didn’t have the desire to bake again with her assisting me. I didn’t want to expose myself to another stressful time with her.

She’s assigned to cook meals (except when I’m strong enough to do it myself). One morning, she brought my breakfast. It was composed of dried-up rice and two small pieces of shrivelled, almost burnt bacon. This time, I did cry. I cried because I was done with complaining and I didn’t want to be afflicted by it again. I cried because I didn’t want to be provoked to speak and criticize and have negative feelings. I cried in frustration because I couldn’t cook my own breakfast.

But now, my problem was I had forgotten to tell her that she was being replaced. That wasn’t fair to her. I had thought of telling her when the time drew near but it didn’t work that way. The words of the Lord Jesus Christ was hovering all over me. I can’t let this wrong hurt her. I don’t want to displease God yet again. I must do something.

And the best thing to do was to admit my mistake and ask for forgiveness. And I did that. Really sincerely. But she remained hostile. I asked her gently how I could help (I was really becoming depressed with the whole situation and it was affecting my breathing and heartbeat). I asked her if she had a place to go aside from the agency. Yes, she had. She answered resentfully and defiantly. She is angry and she doesn’t bother to hide it. I am right with my decision to replace her. But I was determined to make the situation right. At another time and place, one that wasn’t inhabited by the Lord Jesus Christ, this wouldn’t have been tolerated by me, the old, tough me.

I explained to her that this was for the best. That I didn’t see in her the qualities of a good maid or cook, especially one who assists me, and that I didn’t want to always criticize and complain about her work. That I didn’t want to hurt her that way. I told her that I believed she could look for another household to work for, one which doesn’t have a sick member like me who constantly needs assistance.

Then, I asked if I could pray for her. Oh, how I really wanted to help her! I didn’t want her to leave our house with anger in her heart. I patted the bed and asked her to sit down beside me. Reluctantly and with a frown that looked like it was permanently pasted on her brows, she sat down. And I prayed for her. I cried as I prayed.

After my prayer, she said “thank you” faintly. I gave her her salary. Then I opened my drawer, took a P500 bill and said, “I’m giving this to you.” At that, she unashamedly hugged me and cried and thanked me. I hugged her back, patting her back. I had penetrated her heart. No, Jesus did.

I gave her a copy of our Church’s leaflet, an invitation to worship service. I told her about how good the Lord Jesus is. And told her some more until the time to say goodbye. She was grinning when she finally left, our office caretaker, a brother in Christ, carrying her bag. He was going to drive her to the agency.

After all that, my cold feet warmed, my heart stopped trembling, and I breathed comfortably and happily.

“Thank You, Lord Jesus, for walking with me through this day!” My heart whispered in relief and awe and thanksgiving.

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Journey with Jesus,

Comments

  1. Hazel Moon says:

    Thank you for sharing how a bad situation was made better with the Lord’s help. It needed to be done and you were led to pray with her and ask her forgiveness for not giving her warning. Thank you for sharing at “Tell Me a Story.”

  2. Audrey says:

    Wow! It just goes to show how God can turn any situation around to His glory when we yield totally to Him. Thanks for sharing!

  3. Ren says:

    What a wonderful post! So inspirational.. Thanks!

  4. Esther Joy says:

    Beautiful sharing of a trying, but touching moment!

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