Over the last several weeks I have had the opportunity to talk with a number of people of the biblical reality that our lives are a mist – a temporary and fading vapor. This can be terrible news if we live for our own legacy or achievements and they never come. Or it can be a sigh of relief that there is something more to be had, something greater and permanent.
It is toward this joyful approach to the mist that we have spent the last couple of days thinking and praying.
My wife’s grandmother, affectionately known as “Muthie,” passed away last week and yesterday we gathered with family and a wide web of those influenced and ministered to by Muthie to celebrate her life. She asked that the pastor make people sing and that he talk about Jesus so that is what happened. She even requested a change to the lyrics of “Amazing Grace” as she didn’t think singing “when we’ve been there 10,000 years” was imaginative enough so we sang ten million instead!
Twyla Borrell was a mist with force. She was a passionate Pentecostal lady whose prayers are having a lasting impact. She never desired renown for herself, she wanted Jesus to be famous. She was the family memory keeper, always video tapping events. And she was the spiritual anchor always bringing us back to the cross and leaning forward with the hope of Christ’s return and forever reign.
Oh that we would carry forward her legacy of prayer and follow her instructions to “plead the blood of Christ” in every situation, living realizing his finished work and covering, his gift of righteousness for us.
Muthie is already missed, she was seemingly more than a mist and now enjoys what she spent most of her life praying you would, real life with Jesus.