Sunday, February 21, 2010
She was a friend of ours back in Chatham. Beautiful woman outwardly. Auburn hair. Striking brown eyes. The animated body language of the French in conversation.
At one time a hard working farm wife near a small rural village. Four sons in rapid succession.
The great tragedy of her past had been the farm equipment accident taking the life of her one young daughter. Then the increasing unspoken tension with a husband now pouring himself into building construction. The village, largely Roman Catholic, sided with him and ostracized Laura in many ways, after her encounter with Pentecost.
A move came into the City. The couple lived under the same roof though effectively separated. She came to my law office with suspicions of infidelity. The husband wanted a divorce. Initially she would not oblige. The litigation was a painful process with all the male faces of her family seemingly in opposition. (In later years some healings did occur with the sons.)
My wife became increasingly attached to Laura as Christian mentor. Mighty seasons of prayer transpired in their drives and sessions together. A routine developed for seniors' rest home visitation. Laura's colour, beauty and engaging eye contact proved a refreshing change for many from the gray monotony of the home. In a respectful, friendly way she 'offered words of hope to those that were weary'. Some she led to a saving relationship with Jesus, as did my wife.
For years we were blessed in friendship with this compassionate woman. In part, she had turned her suffering into currency for the help of others.