At the corner of an intersection that I drive by regularly is a cross. I don’t notice it often in my car, but I do see it on my bicycle when I ride by.
I don’t know who it represents, but I do know it represents the life of someone that ended at that spot. I am not certain but I really don’t believe I have ever prayed for the family of that person until today.
Sweaty from the miles of riding I came to the intersection to turn toward home, but there was a car there. I glanced over toward the cross to see the hunched over body of an elderly woman pulling weeds and removing debris.
I peddled on but in my heart there was the twinge that I should pray with her. I slowed checked traffic and peddled back up the hill to the intersection. The woman was moving a pile of rocks near the road to where the cross was. Without saying a word I picked up stones and helped her. She meticulously put each one in its place. I helped her as best I could and when finished we both stood and just looked. I asked her how she knew the person who’s cross was the reminder.
She said, “Oh, I don’t know them, but I know their family. I just saw it needed care and thought I could do it.”
Mary went to the tomb to give it care and saw the risen Lord. I didn’t see the risen Lord but I did see an angel today. What might God bring to you if you stepped out and did something kind? My new friend and I prayed together and left the sacred spot.