Something astounding occurred to me this morning. So many of us have been touched by actors, musicians, athletes... people we feel we come to know because of the way they share their gifts with us. People that we may never have the opportunity to meet in person, and if we do, there is almost never time to truly talk or begin relationship. Still, they come to mean so very much to us. They are the faces, voices, music, pictures, stories of some of our dearest adventures.
Do we pray for them? As we anticipate the game, the concert, the show, the movie?
It's the single most powerful, loving thing we can do.
Yesterday and earlier in the week, I found myself wishing with tears that I had known that Mr Rickman and Mr Bowie were sick so I could have lifted them up. My sweetlings saw my tears and asked what was wrong. When I explained, the first question --the first question-- they asked was, "Did he know Jesus?" And, with great sadness, I could only shake my head and say, "I don't know. I don't know."
First, I didn't have to know that they were sick to pray for them.
Second, though I never had a chance to share Christ with them, I could have been praying that the Father would make Himself known to them.
I am so sorry that I never even thought to thank God for the gifts He gave them, to ask Him to help them come to know Him and to grow them in Him every day. Oh, how I hope that they did know Him ♥