Jesus Christ unto eternal life.” (Jude 1:21 NKJ)
follower – we are to be looking for evidence of His hand everywhere we go,
watching for His grace and mercy, looking for signs of His incomparable love.
Sometimes we are to be that hand ourselves.
stocking shelves with Christian books. A young woman asked me about the flowers
in a nearby display case. Her eyes were hopeful but I had to
disappoint her and explain that I did not work in the shop. I was just there to
stock the book rack. I pointed to two ladies at a nearby counter. “Maybe they
can help,” I said.
sure what I want.”
thin pair of pyjama bottoms topped by a hospital issue housecoat wrapped around
a frail frame; pull-on terrycloth slippers, two sizes too big.
language, the words slipping from her mouth almost as though rehearsed. She
reached into a pocket and pulled out a picture of her seven year old daughter.
I could see the resemblance. She smiled when I mentioned it and went on to say
there was a surgery that she was hoping for – highly experimental, there was
only one doctor in the country who could do it and he just happened to live in
a nearby city. But then her voice fell and I had to lean close to hear. Her
friend had had the surgery. She was still dying.
agree to do the surgery, hope that, unlike her friend, she would recover, hope
that she would live to watch her daughter grow up.
together. They seem small, just words, but maybe not, eh?” Again that hopeful
look in her eyes.
I was praying small prayers right then. She’s so young, Lord. Please. Please.
Then she was gone and I resumed stocking the rack. I
do it once a month and in that hospital, the rack is usually almost empty by
the time I return. As I filled the pockets with books I was acutely aware of
their contents. They hold pages about the love and mercy of Jesus, pages filled
with stories of courage and faith, pages of humor to lift a sad heart and
inspiration to encourage a weary soul. Pages of hope.
I knew I was sent there that day to do much more than “just stock the book
racks,” but my job suddenly seemed important. My other job, as a writer, suddenly
seemed essential, “That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell
of all thy wondrous works.” (Ps. 26:7, KJV).
Marcia Lee Laycock writes from central Alberta
Canada where she is a pastor’s wife and mother of three adult daughters. She
was the winner of The Best New Canadian Christian Author Award for her novel,
One Smooth Stone and also has two devotional books in print. Her work has been
endorsed by Sigmund Brouwer, Janette Oke, Phil Callaway and Mark Buchanan. Marcia’s
second novel, A Tumbled Stone has just been released.