Have I mentioned just how wonderful my new church family is?
The Oldest Attending Member took a header this morning before worship, making a face plant into the hallway carpet. He's lost a lot of weight lately and the combination of ill-fitting clothes and weakness caused his accident. He ended up with a very large wound on the side of his head where his fragile skin tore. The Lay Leader came and got me, alerted the church and we all got to work.
His many friends took turns holding his hands, praying over him, speaking encouraging words of love and support. Others prayed in the Narthex; one called Small Town Ambulance Service and others brought me the first aid box so I could practice my rusty EMT skills.
Ashley, who is a 21-year-old mentally challenged young woman, asked me what had happened to her "friend."
"He has a big ouchie on his head, Ash," I told her.
Ash knelt down and tenderly kissed her friend on his head. "There! That should make you feel better!" she said. Mr. Oldest Attender kissed her hand and thanked her for the gift.
That's OK!" Ashley said. "I love you!"
My heart swelled up and I choked back tears.
After the ambulance crew got Mr. OA assessed and loaded up, his church family lined their way with shouts of love and good wishes.
When it had turned the corner and couldn't be seen any more, we all made our way into the sanctuary for worship. I think God was beaming.