Closer than you think
I’ll call her ‘Bron’. Bron had gone in for a standard piece of fix me up surgery. Not the least bit timorous Bron had always been a resilient lass. The surgery went according to the textbook and the people in the white coats were delighted with their success.The day after the surgery Bron had the ‘post surgical blues’. There was a bit of pain and she had awoken early on the third floor of the hospital. Bron was completely by herself, what with COVID and all, there were no family and friends to encourage and soothe. With everyone absent, where was the ‘Teacher’ in all of this? Was it too much to ask for a simple word, an ethereal sense of presence… please… maybe? The sun peeked up over the horizon and while it was a surreal view it just didn’t quite lift the mood.
Until… outside the hospital window a figure arose and there He was! A beaming reassuring face resplendent in a high viz vest and hard hat ascending in a cherry picker. The instruments of salvation were his window washing equipment. A smile, a wave, a thumbs up was all it took for Bron’s spirits to lift. A rush of joy so that she could embrace the day with verve, even if she did wince as reached for her morning cuppa. Odd, isn’t it, that we come with pre-determined rigid expectations of what and how the divine might intervene and show Himself in our pedestrian life. These rigid fixtures can blind us to who it is that really walks amongst us or washes our windows, or sees us across the school crossing, or in broken bread, or even in a high vis vest and hard hat. Watch out for Him. He’s closer than you think.