4’3″ of Tannerite – Lottie Moon: The Long Shadow of a Tiny Missionary Giant

Fiery personalities left unchecked are just annoying.  There’s always a crusade to save the world of something – to right a wrong, to stand up for the weak, to do something herculean.  And because the passion is so strong and fierce, there is a propensity to become frustrated with those who have not been wired the same.  I know because that’s me with the fiery personality.  

But Lottie Moon was the kind of woman who would’ve challenged me to get out of my comfort zone and press into the calling of Christ Jesus in the world. She would’ve lit a campfire under my butt.  And I would’ve loved it.  

Take 24 minutes of peeking into a life well-lived, a life with purpose, drive and passion for something out of this world.

Here’s David Platt, former president of the International Mission Board, with a short bio of a short woman who moved to China in the supernatural power of the Holy Spirit of God.  She was a tiny woman who lived a giant life.


Why I Wept at Church Yesterday

How it started

Yesterday morning at church, as usual for the first Sunday of every month, we took communion (the Lord’s Supper) at the end of the worship hour.  Sitting beside my husband and me were Cape and Barbara Caperton… 89 and 84 years old respectively.  I have written about Cape before and you can read that post HERE.

The sermon was particularly profound and was all about hope and the glory of God… a subject I love because it fills my heart and resonates deeply within my spirit, so I was primed for the moment about to occur right beside me.

Time to Take Communion

As the communion plate was passed, Cape first served his wife by holding the plate of small bits of bread and tiny juice cups that represent the body and blood of Christ.  Then I held the plate for Cape so he could take his own bread and cup.  He easily took the bread, but when his fingers tried to get a cup, they pinched and pinched at empty cup spaces where others had already taken a cup.. he simply could not see the edges of the remaining cups to grasp one.  You see, Cape has macular degeneration, a progressive, age-related vision deficiency which severely affects his ability to see up close, especially when the lights are dimmed as they were in that service.  He carries a magnifying glass and a flashlight as assistive devices for this type of thing, but he needed both his hands to partake.

Afterward, Jamie and I took our share and passed the plate back to the middle aisle to the deacon serving our row.  And then I started crying.  My eyes are filling with tears even as I am typing this part.  I cannot explain the emotional experience with adequate words… what was it that made me cry?  As I sat there, I just saw an 89 year old man doing his level best to serve his wife the “elements” and then struggled to serve himself.  The moment lasted only a couple of seconds as he was ultimately able to feel and grab a cup.

What else?

Adding to the emotion of the moment was that Barbara was taken off her chemotherapy treatment for cancer just last Tuesday and was told she had 3-5 months left.  The doctors and nurses at UVA who have been treating her for 12 years hugged and cried and told her good bye.  But you wouldn’t know that if you met her because she wouldn’t tell you.. she would ask about YOU and what’s going on in YOUR life.  No whining.  No complaining.  No pity parties.

Cape and Barb Caperton, Hanging of the Green Ceremony, December 2, 2018


How serious are we about the Lord’s Supper?

And how many of us take for granted the Lord’s Supper?  We partake or don’t partake with sometimes a very casual, passe’ attitude.  Rarely do we “examine ourselves” (1 Corinthians 11:23-26) as we should.  How many among our church membership recognize this should be a priority for them on the first Sunday of every month and that their attendance is vital?  Here’s a helpful article on the gravity of The Lord’s Supper.  Would you have worked so hard to be present to participate as these two Christians did?

What are they leaving behind?

Once again, I was struck by the faithfulness of this precious, God-fearing couple.  That old Steve Green song, “May All Who Come Behind Us Find Us Faithful is looping in my brain.  The lyrics are outstanding.  By the grace of God, I am being given a front-row seat to precious servants of God that deeply love God and His Church.  They are showing me the way to live.  I am following behind and finding them faithful, they inspire me to obey.

What are WE leaving behind?

Jamie (my husband) told me when we got home that he completely understood the gravity and emotion of that moment in church.  Adding to the story, he said, “In just flash, that will be us.”

We’re pilgrims on the journey
Of the narrow road
And those who’ve gone before us line the way
Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary
Their lives a stirring testament to God’s sustaining grace

Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
Let us run the race not only for the prize
But as those who’ve gone before us
Let us leave to those behind us
The heritage of faithfulness passed on through godly lives

Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
May the fire of our devotion light their way
May the footprints that we leave
Lead them to believe
And the lives we live inspire them to obey

Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone
And our children sift through all we’ve left behind
May the clues that they discover and the memories they uncover
Become the light that leads them to the road we each must find