I was just thinking

I began my day at one of the area hospitals.  I had been asked by a church member to come and pray with a friend of hers who was to undergo a biopsy procedure.  I wasn’t the only one there.  There was a collection of people – some were friends, some were family, and some were strangers.  For me, I only knew about half of the group.  The rest I had never seen or met before.  The same would have been true for the others as well.  We gathered in one corner of the lobby, formed a circle, and joined hands to pray.  I did not know either of the people whose hands I held.  The thing that struck me, however, is that it didn’t matter.  In that moment, we all were single minded.  We were completely joined in a common endeavor.  Even though we were strangers to each other, we were connected.  We were a fellowship of believers.  We were a different parts of the same body.  We were a family of faith.  We were far from strangers.

Blest be the tie that binds…