Yesterday afternoon I had lunch with my mother's youngest sister. You probably know mom passed away June 17 so it is still poignantly fresh. We were meeting to pass along some of mom's clothes to Marie. In a large parking lot we were "playing with clothes", having fun, and knowing mom would just be delighted.
Out of the entire parking lot of patrons, the driver right next to me came to his car. No, he actually came over to us. He had noticed our clothing activity and was enjoying watching us. Long story short, he was friendly, 73-ish, safe, etc....all the things you make sure of before talking to strange men in parking lots.
Here is the God wink part. We were not exhibiting grief in this ritual. He was not consoling us either... just teasing us about our clothes party in the parking lot. I said, "Well, to tell you the truth, this is a sacred ritual. My mom passed away in June and I am passing her special clothes down to her baby sister." Then is when he said, "Well, to tell you the truth, I am a Pastoral Grief Counselor. I just retired." We hugged. We talked. We connected. I loved it.
There are really just too many coincidences in this story, huh? Or there are none.
"Open my eyes that I may see
Glimpses of Truth Thou hast for me."
Remember that song? I think I got a little glimpse today. Thanks God.
And George Pickle is an extremely nice guy and a very effective grief counselor who knows how to be at the right place at the right time. Go George!
PS: George is a Community Baptist minister. His wife was a June Taylor dancer. His faith-based community left the Southern Baptist Convention, as I understood from him, because of differing views re the ordination of women. According to George, "If God calls a woman to serve in the church in any capacity, then she should surely serve." Close enough.
The rest of the song?
"Open my eyes, illumine me, Spirit divine!"
I don't know about you but I am keeping my eyes open! I don't want to miss anything!