Last Sunday I witnessed a scene that is familiar to me, only this time with new eyes. A father, tenderly carried a brand new little lady all dressed in white, to the front of the chapel. It was her blessing day. Joining them were all those men who had been called and invited to participate in blessing the newest soul in our ward family. There was a little hold up as the mother of the baby walked up to the circle and whispered something to her husband. The father motioned to someone in the congregation and immediately a priesthood holder stood up, walked forward and entered the circle. This brother was all smiles, obviously pleased at being included. Then the father and each brother placed one hand on the tiny blessing receiver and rested the other on the shoulder of the brother at his side. Forming a circle with the father speaking for the Lord the little one was the recipient of her first blessing.
As I watched this sweet scene it became more to me than one more baby blessing. I felt like I was witnessing the symbol of something bigger. It was the picture of perfect service, filled with the joy of being invited to take part, great love and hope for the one in need of blessing, and all the dignity that should surround participation with God. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the everyday call to serve, the ordinary call to bless always felt like an honor, an opportunity to assist God’s child no matter the earthly age or station, and the grand experience of gathering around and connecting with others in fellowship with Jesus Christ.
Next time I’m sitting in the back of life’s room and God gives me the “high sign” in one way or another and invites me into His circle I want to step up and walk forward immediately, all smiles, all grateful and honored by His asking!
By Nannette W.
Written November 18, 2006
Posted Friday, July 31, 2008
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