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LEGACY OF FRIENDS’S STORIES 1: Matthew’s Miracle

June 16, 2018

On Saturday evening May 26, 2018, our son, Matthew,

and I were praying prior to him saying goodnight. When we concluded, he put his arms around me and said, “My wallet slipped out somewhere. I hope that you can forgive me.” When I asked him when he had last remembered having it, he told me, “at the library book sale”–that was on May 6th! So I assured him that he didn’t need to apologize, that I was sorry that had happened to him, and we would buy him a new wallet. However, as he restlessly paced in his room, I realized that he was agitated and unhappy. I said goodnight to him and told him I would see him in the morning.

After I left his room, I began to pray, “Lord, where is Matthew’s wallet?” I believe that Jesus put the thought in my mind, “Check with the movie theater.” Well, he and his dad had been to a couple of movies in May, but this seemed unlikely. The following afternoon I detoured from our list of errands and stopped at the theatre. Matthew asked why we were there. I told him I wanted to ask if the cleaning people had found his wallet or if someone had turned one in.

I spoke with one of the managers, explained the situation, and was surprised when she admitted that a man’s wallet had been found. I also shared that Matthew had been at the theatre recently, but that he is autistic and doesn’t have a sense of timing. Thus, he may have lost it on May 24th or Friday two weeks prior. The manager began to ask questions to determine if I could identify the wallet, such as the colour, brand name, and contents. I knew there would be no ID card in the wallet, which complicated things. Eventually, after a number of questions, I was able to relay that there should be at least 2-$20 dollar bills in it, and pointed out that if Matthew could see the wallet, he would know whether or not it was his and would not say it was his if it wasn’t.  To reinforce that truth, I recounted that our son had recently found a wallet that was not his and had promptly returned the wallet to its owner.

As I called Matthew over to the office, the manager immediately recognized him and said, “He’s one of our regular customers.” She was holding the wallet in a way that we couldn’t see it and asked the names and times of the movies that Matthew had recently seen. I provided the requested information and she seemed satisfied. When she passed the wallet to Matthew, his whole countenance changed. He had been so upset and out-of-sorts. Instantly, he was smiling broadly as he shook the manager’s hand and thanked her for taking good care of his wallet and keeping it safe for him! The manager apologized that she had to ask so many questions, but she needed to make sure the wallet was going to its rightful owner. I thanked her profusely, pointing out that she had just made Matthew’s day!

Later, at the car, I said to Matthew that I had prayed to God about his lost wallet. I also told him that God put the idea in my mind to check at the movie theater. I said, “Isn’t it great that God helped them find your wallet and keep it safe for you, and did you say thank you to Him?” He agreed, and then he prayed, “God, thank you for keeping my wallet safe and getting it back to me. Amen.”

What a faith builder for both of us! Thank You, Jesus: This is the year of the favour of the Lord…” (Isaiah 61: 1-3)!  Hallelujah!

Elizabeth Hogan Hayduk

Former Salvation Army Officer (pastor)

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THE LEGACY OF FRIENDS’ STORIES (Introduction)

May 30, 2018

Maybe it was because Monday (5/29/18) was Memorial Day. Maybe it was just because I was trying to figure out where to go after exhausting the 16 LEGACY blogposts I wrote 3-4 years ago and had made the commitment to try to post every day if possible. And maybe it was just because it was time.

In LEGACY 15 I had mentioned a story Geneva Anderson had told in her speeches as a coach and in Toastmasters competitions, called “Light the Pink Candle.” Then I read a story (on Facebook)of another friend about a miracle of faith in the life of her 21-year-old autistic son. So I emailed Geneva’s son (Geneva passed away last December) and messaged the friend on FB asking permission to share their stories on my blog. Both agreed. So when I get copies I’ll be posting them.

This is the introductory post for a folder I’ll call FRIENDS’ STORIES. With art, the sum of the works of all the great writers/musicians/artists in a generation is greater than an individual (think Elizabethan literature & Shakespeare/Romantic-era music & Beethoven/Impressionism & Monet or Manet). So the sphere of my legacy includes inspiring stories I’ve heard from and through friends and family, or even other sources as I go along.

This could well be a never-ending legacy.

Connectivity and Fractalization in Our Society

August 29, 2012

It seems to me that perhaps the greatest longing of our current culture is connectedness and connectivity. When I first thought of this, I wasn’t sure why two words, but as I tried to parse them out, I found that for me, connectedness would mean the feeling of being connected or the hope that becoming connected is possible, whereas connectivity would mean the ability to become connected. It might be that having the hope of connecting does not automatically ensure the possibility of making connections—communication requires more than simply transmitting; there must be reception, decoding, and return transmission for true communication to take place. Similarly, there must be those with who desire the kind of communication we are broadcasting and who would (and do) find such communication mutually rewarding.

Our society has become so fragmented and fractured that we are truly a broken people. We are broken (in more ways than one, including being broke and sometimes bankrupt in multiple ways beyond simply financial), and by and large, we don’t know how we’re broken or how to “fix” it. It may even be that our society is fractalized, that there are patterns emerging within or from our brokenness, but we are unable to see the patterns, to believe in them, or to utilize them.

And to be honest, I don’t have answers to these musings—just more questions arising in my mind. But I have to be careful how I phrase the questions, because our perception of what is or of what is possible (the old “half-full or half-empty” question) affects how we process, and ultimately, how we live: If we see something as futile, we despair, while if we see possibilities, we hope; we become cynical, or we begin to build; we curse, or we bless. And in this respect, if in no other, we place ourselves in control of our destinies, and are judged (even if only by the outcomes) for our actions.

For me personally, the negative course is a losing proposition, and my belief is that it is so for others also. I turn 60 in a week (it’s almost September 2012), and for decades I yearned for connection, and found it in some limited relationships (but then, all relationships by definition are limited, aren’t they?). It seems in the past 5 years, I have come further in far more satisfying ways than I ever imagined. I am arriving at a peace with myself, within my relationships with family, friends, and my God (in three different multi-faceted relationships: God as Creator/Father, as Jesus [Son/elder brother/groom/etc.], and as Holy Spirit [friend/counselor/advocate/etc.]), a greater peace than I have never known. And I find joy coming alongside, sneaking up on me, even in hard times as I learn that relationship is more important than problem-solving. All of this is refreshing, and I find I want more. I become enthusiastic, or to use the term one friend loves, exuberant. In the process, it creates within me a thankfulness, and a desire to share the joy and the insights. And so, I write, and blog, and share.