I remember that it was a about fifteen years ago, that it was a Sunday, and we were in that short period of time between Sunday School and the 11:00 service when she told us. Her name was Edith Woods, a woman in her seventies, and on that particular Sunday, she was characteristically poised and elegant.
Larry, the Senior Pastor and I were standing just inside the church office, by the mailboxes. She was wearing a silver broach and a yellow sweater when she told us that her cancer had returned, she said “I want you to know that I am doing just fine and I do not need anything, but I wanted you to know.”
Edith was already a walking miracle. She was nine years in from her original diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, and her physician had told her that she was one of two people he had ever heard of to live that long with that diagnosis. But now it was back, and now, Edith had decided, it was time to start talking about it to the two clergymen who would bury her.
In this morning’s text, Jesus has a similar conversation with his disciples. He tells them, in no uncertain terms, that he is about to die. Indeed, the disciples likely did not understand what Jesus meant by the coming of the Holy Spirit and they probably could not fully process him saying “You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I am coming to you.’ If you loved me, you would rejoice that I am going to the Father, because the Father is greater than I.”
This sermon will be preached tomorrow at Reveille United Methodist Church at 8:30, 9:30, and 11:00 a.m. Please join us.