There lived an elderly couple in front of the church we served. We had prepared a festival and invited the neighbors of the town. As it was nearing time, the elderly woman came out of the house, greeted by many of us volunteers. We had asked where grandpa was, and she said he didn't want to come. We all cried out for him to come out, but there was no response. She simply said he was hard of hearing.
Minutes into the festival, a volunteer cried out, "Grandpa!" He had come out of the house himself. Shaking in his legs, he had much trouble walking at all, but on one hand, a volunteer held him close. As he had come into the church grounds, the pastor, with his loving smile, grabbed him by the hand, and the three of them gently led him into church.
All the while, I was watching from the side. It all seemed to be an image of Jesus gently leading down his child into the arms of God, into heaven. And that is what we are, leading people into Christ, hand in hand. Though slow and fragile, Jesus will carry on.
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