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39In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country,Â 40where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth.Â 41When Elizabeth heard Maryâ€™s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy SpiritÂ 42and exclaimed with a loud cry, â€œBlessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.Â 43And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me?Â 44For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy. Luke 1:39-44
I’m re-sharing something I wrote 9 years ago. It’s about another woman who greeted with blessing on her lips and in her very soul. My beloved friend, Willie Ann, died this year at the tender age of 96. She was a kind, generous, loving soul who always took the time to remind me who I was and whose I was. Here are my words from 2011:
On Sunday in his early service sermon, John asked the question: â€œDoes anyone ever offer a blessing over you?â€ He asked in it such a way that the conclusion was that itâ€™s not very common for people to bless us in real life. I had to think that yes, people do offer blessings over me on a fairly regular basis. Friends who share their caring words and hopes for me, family members who do the same, church members who stop and take the time to speak words over my life.
Â Willie Ann is a saint of our church who has lived a life that inspires me. I want to live a life like her. I want to treat people with the love and respect that she does. I want to be filled with joy like she is. If you know Willie Ann, you know exactly what I mean.
I walked into the sanctuary on Sunday morning for the 10:30 service and was met a few steps inside the door by Willie Ann. This is common. Even when Willie Ann is not the greeter, she stands at the back of the church and kisses and hugs and speaks to everyone she can get her hands on.
Willie Ann has quite a grip, by the way. As I entered the worship space, she gripped my left wrist firmly with her thin, aged hand. â€œHello, you little angel!â€ she exclaimed. â€œGood morning!â€ I said and hugged her best I could without the use of my left arm. â€œYou are Godâ€™s gift to us!â€ she exclaimed.
â€œThank you, Willie Ann,â€ I replied, brushing off her words. â€œYouâ€™re so sweet to me.â€
She gripped harder and demanded my eye contact. â€œYou are Godâ€™s gift to us. The day you came here was one of our churchâ€™s very best days. You work hard and you are such a servant of the Lord. You are Godâ€™s gift to us.â€
As tears filled my eyes, she kissed my cheek and released me and was off to offer her blessing to the person behind me. I hope that wherever you work, wherever you worship, and whatever you do, you have a Willie Ann who stands in your corner and reminds you that youâ€™re a gift.