And the People Keep Coming…

 And the People Keep Coming…

People keep pressing in

like the spellbound crowds

pushing Jesus to the shoreline—

his back to the boats—

they couldn’t get enough of him.

My mom was consummately Christlike,

so it would stand to reason

she would illicit a similar response.

 

Some come knocking on the door,

“May I see Philena?”

Some text me from afar,

“Can we drive from Oswego to see her?”

Some send a message,

“Can you share these words with Phi?”

Some send a video,

“Please, please show this to your mother.”

Others leave a message on her answering machine,

“Would love to see you if possible.”

 

Ray Boltz’s old song comes to mind:

“Thank you for giving to the Lord,

I was a life that was changed.”

 

It’s humbling to witness as a son.

Seeing the expansive reach 

of my mother’s influence

touches a soft spot inside me.

 

I was talking to her about it just last week:

“It’s really pretty simple, Jason.

You just love one person at a time.

Just let the person in front of you

know just how special they are.”

It was a window into her soul,

The purpose she woke up each day to fulfil.

 

One day at a time; one person at a time.

 

“Do for one what you wish

You could do for everyone.”

 

Well done, good and faithful servant.