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Showers of Blessing

I serve on the House Committee of the Masonic Home for Quadriplegics in Durbanville and would like to relate a heart-warming and thought-provoking incident that recently occurred there. I believe it conveys a silent but powerful message which could mean different things to different people, depending on individual circumstances.

The residents of the Home, despite their physical shortcomings, are encouraged and inspired to make a contribution to the Home in whatever way they can. They, for example, attempt to find sponsorship and donations when fund-raising projects are held. On their own initiative they have obtained permission to sit at the Cape Gate shopping Mall with tins and collect donations. They all have various duties around the House. One middle aged resident, Dianne, who arrived some months back has taken control of the kitchen. (She was in charge of an Old Age Home where she was injured whilst on duty.)

Dianne with the limited use of her hands and the assistance of staff is a very capable cook. She recently prepared a number of bottles of pickles, jams and other item, made from donations received, for a stall which they had acquired at a Church bazaar. The bazaar was apparently to be held outdoors, but due to the inclement weather, the stalls were moved into the Church hall. Unfortunately the only available area to place stalls was on the stage. This was obviously a severe hindrance for our quadriplegic friends. Deeply disappointed and with very heavy hearts they had no alternative but to return to the Home with their goods.

On returning, one very disappointed resident, John, was not in the mood to accept this unsatisfactory state of affairs. With unwavering determination he decided to tackle the challenge head-on. With the help of others, as many jars as possible were placed in a box on the tray of his electric wheelchair and he took himself off, on this cold wet wintry morning, to the small shopping centre at the corner of Langeberg and Goedemoed Roads nearly 2 kms away, with a view to selling the items from his wheelchair. As he passed houses along the way and saw the residents he stopped to chat and offered his goods for sale. When he was sold out, he returned and fetched more stock. Again some bottles were sold along the way and the remainder at the shopping centre.

When praised for his extraordinary achievement, he protested that praise was not necessary as he was only the messenger for his friends at the Home - when asked if the rain had bothered him, he replied that the only showers he saw were “Showers of Blessing”.

Brethren, I challenge you to place this story in the inner recess of your heart, take it home with you and during a quiet moment recall this deed and reflect on what you personally can learn from it.

W Bro Malcolm Lotter