ON THE JOURNEY

MICHAEL DUVAL, LEAD PASTOR

It was strange.  Actually, it was a little more than strange.  There they were standing apart at appropriate social distance, and there I was leading in the graveside service for my 95-year-old father-in-law.  Only members of the immediate family were present, and they were all wearing masks.  It felt weird.  But in the midst of the coronavirus pandemic, it was the prudent thing to do.

 

It was Good Friday.  And that morning I awakened finding myself doing something strange.  In my mind, like I was praying, I was singing a song I remember from my childhood.  You may be familiar with the words:

Jesus loves me, this I know,

For the Bible tells me so;

Little ones to Him belong;

They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me,

Yes, Jesus loves me,

Yes, Jesus loves me,

The Bible tells me so.

 

I found it strangely comforting.  But I admit, I did not remember the words exactly right.  In my head I sang the words: 

“Little ones to Him belong;

We are weak, but He is strong.”

 

I remembered the words as “We are weak, but He is strong.”  And that’s how I felt. 

 

As we said good-bye to Debbie’s dad, what we needed was to be assured that He is strong even when, or especially when, we feel weak.

 

At this time in our world, when there is so much uncertainty, how many of us need to be assured He is strong when we are weak?

 

If we belong to Him, this is a promise that we can cling to:

Jesus loves me, this I know,

For the Bible tells me so.

 

That doesn’t feel strange.  That feels right.  


-Michael DuVal