A Smidge of Midge

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This would likely be a Midge-ism too

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I’ve probably known Midge since 1992 or so, when she almost certainly  became the favorite “Aunt” figure of every woman at the Joy women’s retreats. Midge worked for a Christian publishing company as a representative, and boy, did she have the stories to tell when she spoke on Friday nights or Saturdays, giving a short devotional talk before our sessions that moved us every time. Midge’s voice was and is warm with a twinkle, gathering you into what you knew must be a great secret she was about to share with you. I still remember, though the details are sketchy so many years later, Midge talking about walking one day up on the Mogollon Rim in Arizona and the eagle she suddenly saw flying high above her, a sign from the Lord she loves that He was with her.

I don’t know how long Midge has been a widow, nor do I know how many grown men look to her as a truly loving Mother/Grandmother figure who very likely touched and turned their lives around while they were incarcerated in the city jail. That’s no doubt where Midge’s humor, common sense, and deeply faith-filled light shone the most brightly, as light does in the midst of darkness.

I thought of tiny Midge going into the jail, sharing her faith with criminals, and I was amazed. She went where we suburbia-chained girls feared to tread. Oh, we’d make up food baskets for the needy, sew clothing for orphans in other countries, but GO THERE? Go to the homeless, the hungry, the dirty, the war-torn, the drug addict, the time-serving burglar or grand theft auto thief? No, no, no, that was for trained seminarians and counselors, not for us clean-living ladies. But hmmm…….

…. Where did Jesus go?  I honestly admit it took tragedy in my own life to help me accurately answer that question by driving me into the arms of Abba God when nothing I could do could change my circumstances. The ocean of love I found there, passionate, fiery, giving, relentlessly forgiving, gave me new eyes to see others, I hope,  as Jesus sees them, and the weird thing is, that takes away your fear of the “differences” between you and them and closes the distance between you.

Midge, you inspired me! You are one fearless lady, powered by the love of God, and you showed me that age is no definer of purpose; God’s purposes throw off the “be sensible” constraints of “age.”

“Listen to Me, O house of Jacob,
And all the remnant of the house of Israel,
You who have been borne by Me from birth
And have been carried from the womb;

Even to your old age I will be the same,
And even to your graying years I will bear you!
I have done it, and I will carry you;
And I will bear you and I will deliver you….

Remember this, and be assured;
Recall it to mind, you transgressors.

“Remember the former things long past,
For I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is no one like Me,

Declaring the end from the beginning,
And from ancient times things which have not been done,
Saying, ‘My purpose will be established,
And I will accomplish all My good pleasure’ Isaiah 46: 3-4, 8-10 NIV

So gray hair doesn’t mean sidelined, benched when you’re on God’s team?  MAYBE it also doesn’t mean I’m “entitled” to simply sit on my lawn chair on the beach at Club Med and watch the waves roll in or play Bocce with buddies  in my comfortable 55+ retirement community in while people whose lives matter to God sit discouraged, angry or filled with shame in the city jail, while shoeless children have to stay home from school in my own town, while the hungry homeless sit on park benches and wonder if they matter to anyone, while kids in the neighborhood of my church flounder in school because their family can’t afford a reading tutor?

Maybe my life can still have great meaning and purpose even after I qualify for the senior coffee at McDonald’s? Maybe my life can have great meaning and purpose BECAUSE I qualify for discounts at the movie theater. I think I know where Midge would NOT want to end up

“The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green ( full of sap and very green {NAS}, healthy and flourishing {KJV 2000}) , proclaiming, “The LORD is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him” Psalm 92:12-15 NIV

I didn’t notice that punctuation until this morning. Not “like a cedar of Lebanon planted in the house of the LORD,” but “like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish ….” That sounds pretty doggone intentional to me, like maybe God meant for us to be vigorous, green, bending like young saplings when we need to, standing for God’s Truth when we need to, knowing the difference and speaking the truth always out of and in love, getting over ourselves to see others through YOUR eyes and rub shoulders and love them like YOU would. Sigh, even senior-coffee-qualifying I have been planted by the Heavenly Gardener in God’s garden in order to flourish and bear fruit even in (ugh to youth-conscious Americans) my old age.

When I interviewed for a night job at the zoo that was filled mostly by college students, I honestly offered, “I know I’m older than anyone applying for this job, but if it doesn’t bother you, it sure doesn’t bother me.” Oddly, I got along just fine with those men and women 40 years my junior, and we had fun together!

Oh, Midge, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as vibrant as you, unless it’s your buddy and mine, Sharon, who treks off to Guatemala with those cute pillowcase dresses for girls that the suburban ladies DO make out of love and plants herself into the dust of their villages with an infectious smile on her face. Midge, you rubbed off on us!  If I call you “sappy,” I know you’d giggle your giggle and get it and be proud to be “sappy” for Jesus!  Midge, Sharon, can I join your club? And hey you out there, the one with the cheap cup of coffee in your hand while you’re reading this, ask God if it’s time for you to be “sappy” for Him somewhere you didn’t imagine.  And hey you out there, young person, can you take a new look at those “sappy” old people you’ve been praying it will take you a LOOONG time to look like, and commit to God’s “sappy” purpose for your life right now?

I want a smidge of Midge in me forever! (And yes, I held snakes,cockroaches, skinks, and nice bunnies …. who’d a thunk?)

They will still bear fruit in old age, they will be full of sap and very green ), proclaiming, “The LORD is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him…. For I am (HE is!) God, and there is no other; I am (HE is!)God, and there is no one like Me (HIM!), declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things which have not been done, saying, ‘My (GOD’s!) purpose will be established (in YOU), and I will accomplish all My good pleasure (IN  AND THROUGH YOU!)’ the Rose Paraphrased Version

A “…BUT…” to pray: God, I know I’m __________________________ years old and not getting any younger, BUT that doesn’t mean my life is pointless. Right now put a “smidge of Midge” in me and point me to Your purposes for me, wherever and with whomever you plan to plant me, maybe ________________________________ to be “sappy” for Your Kingdom reasons! In Jesus’ name, and Holy Spirit, I’m listening _____________________________________________

 

 

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