Once upon a time, there was a nice gentleman who I will call Mr. Willie, for the sake of anonymity. He could be seen riding his bicycle through our local towns. He had to move out of his apartment and the road has led him out of state. He no longer rides his bike anymore in these parts. Our streets never see Mr. Willie now, but I can see him many, many times because his face can be found in the memories of my heart. For you see, Mr. Willie was a turning point in my life ...
I attended many Spiritual Healing Services a few years ago at a nearby Church. There I met Mr. Willie. I was a teenager and trying to ask God's help in my life. I was very, very shy and couldn't even converse with people. My tongue was tied. I had shock treatments which added to my problems and caused my mind to become stagnant. Well, this little Presbyterian Church was the place in time I can pinpoint of actually sitting in God's presence and pouring out my heart to Him. I heard many stories of God's physically healing people at services of this nature ... I heard a story about a man who had one leg several inches shorter than the other and always had to wear a built-up shoe. He went to a Healing Service and right in front of the fellow congregants' eyes, his shorter leg grew as long as the other.
Well, I didn't know if things like this really happened, but I prayed from my heart's depths. I said, "God, if You can grow limbs, maybe You could help my shyness and open my mouth a little." As I write this story -- several years after beginning to pray non-stop, let me tell you my mouth was opened. I am no longer the prisoner of my shyness. He healed me. There is now no question in my mind -- if God wants a creature's leg longer -- that leg will obey God and grow. God can do all things. ALL THINGS.
Getting back to Mr. Willie, he was in his 60's or 70's. He wore thick-rimmed glasses, his hair was balding, he was short, he wore rummage sale clothing. He used to drop off notes to the Church during the week. I was given a position at the Church as secretary at that time; so, I firsthand read these notes. They were written by a troubled man who had many problems. Perhaps some would say he had a mental disorder of sorts when they read his jumbled thoughts. However, we each have our crosses to bear and Mr. Willie had his. Through it all -- he turned to God.
The turning point? We were sitting at the luncheon in the Fellowship Hall one Saturday following the service. Mr. Willie sat at our table. Not too many people wanted to sit with him. They ignored him, but I always had a smile for him and would listen. I never talked much then but a good listener I made. This day Mr. Willie, in the midst of all his concerns, real and imagined, looked at me and said,
"LADY, WHEN YOU SMILE, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY."
Those were his exact words. I still can hear them sounding in my ears. A nobody in those years, I was, or so I thought. No personality whatsoever. Yet this troubled gentleman touched my heart and soul with his words. If my smile could make him happy ... if my smile could make just one person on this earth happy ... I mustn't be a nobody. This was my turning point.
... Ergo, nobody is a nobody then ... because we all can smile and touch another's heart. And if, for some physical reason, one can't smile, there are other ways of smiling ... even a teardrop can smile.
In humble Faith, Hope, and Charity,
and In Christian Love,
TO HOLY CREATOR BE ALL THE GLORY FOREVER
AND EVER AND FOREVERMORE.
I learned at my Mother's knees that You,
Holy God, forgive us of all our sins,
mortal and venial. We must confess our
sins to YOU and ask Your forgiveness
and promise to sin no more. Sometimes
our future lives can be built upon our
previous crosses and sufferings
and/or sins. God will take care of
the results of those sins when He hears
St. Augustine was a very great sinner.
His dear mother prayed her whole life
for him and HE BECAME A SAINT. That
can apply to each and everyone of us.
GOD BLESS YOU.
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