I was filling out a form the other day and listing emergency contacts. I wrote down the name of a good friend, a member of our church family. There was a blank for her name, her phone number and for our relationship. I paused and got a little tearful.
Logically speaking, the response was “friend” at least in categories of bureaucratic nonsense.
But to me, an only child with no siblings, this woman is my sister.
She is a member of my family, the church.
She has been washed in the same blood of Christ.
She has stood beside me in the work of love, quietly serving – cooking, cleaning, teaching, listening, loving. She is the kind of person who gets things done, quietly and without fuss.
She has stood beside me in hard times. She has come to watch my children. She has fed me countless times, not just with physical food but with the sustaining power of love shared between believers.
I wrote friend on the form.
But the Lord and I both know that we are sisters, bound by much more than blood or lineage. We are bonded by the blood of Christ. And that lasts all the way through eternity.
And stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.” ~ Matthew 12:49-50
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