Grandma’s Eyes

Now bands from Aram had gone out and had taken captive a young girl from Israel, and she served Naaman’s wife. She said to her mistress, “If only my master would see the prophet who is in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy.” (2 Kings 5:2&3)

When we were in San Telmo at the Shantytown called El Campo a few weeks ago, a young girl ran up to me all excited. She must have been about five or six. She’d found out that we were giving free eye exams and would be filling out prescriptions for glasses for the people there.

“Can you help my Grandma?” She asked in Spanish.

“What’s going on with her?” I asked in my Portugnol.



Death Be Not Proud

The past few years I have been to several funerals. Most of them were for older persons who had passed away after having lived a comparatively long life. Just a few weeks ago, however, was the first time I attended a funeral for someone younger than me. We had grown up together in Brazil and I have nothing but the most cherished memories of a good childhood friend.

Though the occasion was sad, there was a sense of celebration because she was such a deeply committed Christian. Of course we cried and felt a profound sense of loss because for a little while we have been separated from her. Jesus cried too at the loss of his dear friend Lazarus (John 11:35). And so, even if by faith we know we shall see her again, there is still much sorrow at the loss of a loved one. (more…)