Clark Hollow Ramblings: Pressing on

This past weekend, our church had a breakfast at the Flint Hill fire hall to benefit the fund to replace the air conditioning at the church. I had one of those good moments that we are blessed with once in awhile. We did the set-up on Friday afternoon and arrived early Saturday morning to get everything ready for breakfast at 7:30.

Here is the good part: Sometimes when you do these things, the same two or three people are always there doing most of the work. Now, we had some “leaders” in this exercise, but what I want to tell you about is the large group of volunteers that turned out to make this event a success. I was so pleased with the people in the congregation who came to help.

I realize that may seem like a small thing. But, I have been a part of efforts in the past, when we are supposed to meet somewhere at a certain time, and only one or two people show up. So, in addition to thanking all the good people who came to have breakfast with us and help us with their wonderful and generous donations, I just wanted to say thank you to all the volunteers, both the leaders and the ones who came to do anything they could.

You see, I think there is “good” in our efforts to do what we can to help others, whether it be a little or a lot. I am reminded by my Upper Room meditation of the words in 2 Corinthians 4:16, where the apostle Paul writes: “Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day.”

I take this to mean that there is always a little something we can do to help others, even though our abilities are diminishing as time goes on. I painfully remember the words of my hard working, God-fearing mother, as her days were dwindling down and her eyesight had just about given out. She told me one day, “It looks like the Lord would have left me a little something to do.”

Here she was, in the last days of her 94 years, and she was upset that she was unable to do anything. It makes me feel like such a chump to remember that, and to know that last Sunday when I had promised some in the church that I would be there to go caroling on Sunday afternoon, and I really wanted to stay home and watch the Redskins play football.

I went caroling, and was still able to get home in time to catch the end of the game. And, my mother, who after working a hard day in the home, would sit down after dinner and still have something in her lap to work on, be it mending clothes or crocheting, was able to find that she could still make rag rugs by the feel of her hands, even though she couldn’t see. There is always something we can do to help our families, to help others and to do the Lord’s work.

I want to leave you with this thought: Some of the people we went to sing carols for are facing a Christmas that is the first one without a loved one. I want them to know that good people feel their pain and heartache, and they are being prayed for everyday.

Linda and I received a Christmas card from a dear friend who lost her husband in 2014. Her card to us last year bore the sad news. This year she said she wanted us to know how much our friendship had meant to them, and she said time was healing her heartaches, that she was getting better. I pray time will continue to ease her loss.

To all of you, I wish for you a Merry Christmas, filled with the reason we celebrate this season. Remember, even as the years take something from our outer nature, we can be renewed in our inner nature day by day. God bless you.  

Richard Brady
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Richard Brady was born and raised within sight of Rappahannock Peak, as was his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, etc. He graduated from George Mason University and was employed for 35 years with various agencies of the federal government. He retired in 2001, and he and his wife, Linda, live in Flint Hill, Va.