So, this cancer situation with The Preacher has been weighing heavily on my mind. Last week went well with PK Boy and PK Girl. They were in high spirits and it gave me hope for the whole situation. Sunday morning, I checked my Facebook newsfeed (standard) to see what was going on with everyone, and I was thrilled to see that The Preacher’s status said he would be coming to 11:00am worship. I felt relief wash over me. As 11:00am approached, I scanned the church and he was nowhere to be found. He is usually extremely punctual. I saw the door at the side of the sanctuary slowly open. The Preacher was flanked on either side by his wife (JJS) and a good friend, David. He was unable to walk without assistance. He looked so frail. How did it happen so quickly? He only started showing symptoms after Christmas! It was surreal. He opened for us in prayer, while stumbling through his tears. He thanked the congregation for the outpouring of love and support, and he assured us he was going to fight. His parting words, strained by his emotions, were this: Worship today, here in this place, like you might never worship again. It broke my heart.
There was a line in the most recent episode of Grey's Anatomy that is all too relevant. You get to a point in your life when you realize you have more yesterdays than tomorrows.
I’m working on bumper stickers and bracelets to distribute throughout the church and community so that we can not only show support, but also raise money for the family. I’ve started a hashtag on Twitter (#runningwithcharlie), so I’d love some RTs and such so we can get it trending. Anything to widen the circle of prayer.
If you want to read about The Preacher’s battle from his perspective, check out his blog.
Anyway, I promise I’ll be back with funny and awkward soon. The sad has just been consuming me lately.
Thanks for reading, and thank you for your prayers.