Enduring Encouragement
24 July 2024
“You’re beautiful.”
Each morning of every day for each of the 64 years they were married, Weldon told his wife, Carolyn, “you’re beautiful.”
One year when LuAnne was doing her Masters of Social Work at THE Ohio State University, she lived with these dear family friends in their Columbus home. Even though not related by blood, “Aunt Carolyn” and “Uncle Weldon” became LuAnne’s family that year. So, on our way up to Camp Luther, we took an hour to visit with Aunt Carolyn on her lovely back garden porch as she reminisced about Uncle Weldon, who had just passed away a few weeks before.
On the last morning of his life, from his home hospice bed, Weldon whispered to Carolyn “Come here . . . . Kiss me.” And so she did. Those were the last words Uncle Weldon spoke on this earth. What a finale.
Uncle Weldon has me reflecting a bit. I’m a believer that the words we employ with people hold power. Words can tear down or build up. I consider the words I use, especially with those dear to me. I’m much more intentional than I used to be. I make sure I tell clearly those I love that I love them. But I’m not in Weldon’s league of making a conscious effort of consistently sharing succinct and impactful affirmations. How about you?
Another cool thing Weldon would do on adventures with his family is play taps on his harmonica at the end of the day.
I recall the profound tune’s too often unsung lyrics. While different versions exist, perhaps the most popular are “Day is done, gone the sun, from the lake, from the hill, from the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh.”
“God is nigh.” Not a bad daily message and final words to hear daily. Reminds me of what Jesus’ shares as his last words to us, according to gospel-writer Matthew, “Remember, I am with you always.” And certainly connected to Uncle Weldon’s last words and wish, “Kiss me.”
Summertime is full of words. Lyrics sung by the bands rockin’ the concerts or blaring from the car’s stereo on our road trips. Chapters of words telling the tales of our summertime beach or bed reads.
But today, I’m thinking a little extra about the terms and messages we can share with each other, especially those we love dearly. God calls us “beloved, holy, children, heirs, and new creations.” Pretty cool and empowering. What words or terms do we want our beloved to hear? And how frequently?
Pondering with you,
Pastor Fritz
I call you by name, you are mine. … Do not fear, for I have redeemed you. — Isaiah 43.1
Let us pray:
Dear Lord, thanks for words. Last words, daily words, encouraging and enduring words. Thanks for Jesus’ final and clear promise that he’s with us daily, loving us all the way. Lead us to choose words that encourage those around us, convey the love we truly feel for our family, and build others up with sincerity, surprise and support. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Questions for reflection:
1. If you got to choose your last words on earth, what would they be?
2. Do you have a fun or encouraging term of endearment for your family members?
3. Do you convey your feelings to those you love? Regularly? What terms do you choose?
4. Is God nudging you right now to start sharing, like Uncle Weldon, a daily affirmation to someone in your life?
