Life’s Lessons

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By Helen Guilford - For the Expositor

I’ve been doing some traveling recently.

Sunday afternoon I re-packed the car to get the majority of the new toys and games in the trunk. With the space between the seats also packed full, Kelly would have to sacrifice a bit of her seat to accommodate the remaining items. These gifts had been collected by church members to make a merrier Christmas for children in Frakes, Ky. Now, it was time to deliver them.

As we left on a rainy Tuesday morning, we commented on the weather. Surely we would drive out of the rain. It couldn’t last for the entire eight hour trip. But it did!

After unloading the next morning, we started home, anticipating supper in a nice restaurant before arriving home. But south of Cincinnati, four lanes of traffic slowed, came to a standstill, then crept at a snail’s pace for the next several miles. We finally came upon the cause, an accident involving at least two semi trucks and a van, and traffic resumed at normal speed.

North of the river was another slow down, then another. In Dayton, one more. The eight hours stretched to nine and a half and we didn’t stop for supper. A long, memorable trip which left us tired but unscathed.

The next day, a decorative tin caught my attention. It had been my mother’s. I hadn’t looked in it for a long time. Now, as I dusted, my curiosity got the better of me. Opening it, I found photos. There were pictures of my grandparents, scenes from their lives, my brothers and their families, my parents, me with Mom and Dad on the occasion of my graduation from Moody Bible Institute – to name only a few.

This constituted my second travel of the week – a trip down Memory Lane.

Then, one evening in a meeting, a mission trip to Ecuador was mentioned. Oh, oh! Here comes another trip down Memory Lane. (I told you I had been traveling.) I don’t know why, out of 11 trips there, this particular one came to mind. I don’t believe the lady who mentioned it that night was even along on this trip.

The team was helping build a church. Some were painting in the sanctuary. Others were building block walls for Sunday School rooms upstairs. This group was either laying block or “mudding” walls already laid. With lots of experience in laying block, that’s where I worked.

“Mudding” the walls consisted of using a shovel to throw “mud” on the walls and ceilings. This very thin concrete mixture would be smoothed to form a plaster-like finish. There wasn’t a lot of conversation going on but there was the constant “splat, splat, splat” of the mudding.

As I continued laying block, I became aware of soft singing. A nice male voice, quiet at first, then gaining volume as other voices joined in. (A male vocal quartet was part of the team that year.) With the accompaniment and beat of “splat, splat, splat,” the song came through –

“Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place; I can feel His mighty power and His grace; I can hear the brush of angel’s wings, I see glory on each face. Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place!”

Always keep in mind, if you know Christ, you (yes, YOU) are the temple of the holy God. When you accepted Christ, He took up residence in your life. Wherever you go, wherever you find yourself, your very life should resonate those same lyrics, “Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place.”

Join my travels

By Helen Guilford

For the Expositor