The work stopped.
That’s how it seemed.
No one visited.
They could not visit anyone.
Shut-in. Locked out.
It looked as though they would not be able to do what they loved to do because that required engaging with others.
The frustration and sadness was evident.
Then they received the call. A lone voice on the phone crying out for help. Help they gave with a song. Help they gave with a word of hope. Help they gave in a listening ear even on the phone.
It wasn’t just the individual at the end of the line who was helped. Even from their position and in their condition, they saw their opportunity. They realised that though they seemingly lost so much, there was so much more to be discovered.
The work continues.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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