I am NOT super kind.
But I AM afraid of being the rich man in the story of
Lazarus the beggar, who died and suffered eternally for being a selfish man.
That is why I didn’t send Norma away on her first visit to
my house. Not long into our conversation, I realized that Norma probably had
some learning issues. She was about my age, stocky, and badly in need of some
dental work, which I later related to her great love of sweets.
It was a sunny, hot afternoon about two months ago when
Norma first came to my door. Our conversation went like this:
“Hi. There was an older lady who lives here who told me that
I could come and get a piece of cake this afternoon. Can I talk to her?”
Me: “I’m the lady of the house here, and there isn’t one
older than me.”
Norma: “Well, she told me I could have a piece of cake.”
Me: “I don’t have a piece of cake.”
Norma: “Do you have something to eat?”
The conversation (or better said, barrage of requests)
continued on…..Norma wanted to be certain that she asked for all her favorite
things. She asked me for something sweet to drink, for jewelry, for purses (she
LOVES purses), desserts, jello, cookies for her son. She has also had two
birthdays in the short time I have known her. 😊 Norma began to visit me regularly…every
other day, sometimes every afternoon. I put a stop to the daily visits, as I
realized that soon I would have to budget Norma into my grocery trips if I didn’t.
I told her she could come once a week, which she MOSTLY abides by.
Norma has impacted my life in the strongest of ways, and
probably not in the way you might think. All of you mercy people out there are
thinking about all the nice things you might do for Norma, and assume that it
is kindness that motivates me. Don’t be deceived. I usually know from her
persistent ring that she is at my door, and it is not mercy that makes me
answer. I just give her what she wants because I am obliged to care for the
poor and because if I don’t, she will continue to pester me anyway. The real
thing about Norma that speaks to me is that she NEVER STOPS ASKING FOR STUFF! She is one of the most persistent people I
have ever met. If an entrepreneur went after business opportunities the way Norma does with jello, they
would be a millionaire. I HATE asking for things, and Norma reminds me every week that he who does not ask does not get.
I am in a season where I am forging new territory with
ministry to university students. I have to ASK---pastors, university officials,
prospective student leaders. Over and over again. After the third try, I want
to give up. But then there is Norma in my mind, asking for gelatin. And I knock
again. Norma is God’s way of telling me that if I would just keep pushing, I
would get more of what I want! The woman with the unjust judge cries out until
he gives her what she wants, not because he likes her or even cares for her
needs, or about justice. He does it because she is driving him nuts. I relate.
One day, I didn’t have any food for her. She was sorely
disappointed. She kept running through her list. Nothing. I was ready to send
her on her way with a pack of cookies and a drink of water (sometimes I get
stubborn about the sweet drinks issue, thinking it is better to give her
water). Then like a light going off, she asked for flan. I realized I had the
remains of a HUGE flan in the fridge that my flan-loving husband wouldn’t
finish because of his travels. I told her that, yes, I actually DID have flan!
She literally jumped up and down with excitement. She had hit the jackpot! I
was flabbergasted that she had just happened to ask for something that was in
my house, that usually wasn’t. It was almost like an angel playing a joke on me
had dropped it into her mind.
One day, it’s going to be my flan day. A door will open on a
campus that looked impenetrable a day before, or someone will decide to become
a disciple of Jesus because I listened to the Holy Spirit. I'll risk crossing the line of making a bother of myself. I will put on a
little bit of Norma-tude, and a huge portion of Holy Spirit-gifted flan will fall in my lap. I may even do a Norma dance. And then I'll do it again!
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