Luke 9: 43 and they were all amazed when he reached there and said, “Rabbi, we want to see you.” And he said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. And these are the words which I preached to you.”
Jesus said to them, “Most assuredly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life; and I will raise them up at the last day. Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood abides in Me and I in him. And the two of us are one.”
Martha believed in Jesus. She had heard His whispers in her heart and knew He had the secrets of the universe hidden in His mantle. But still, she was shocked when she saw Him working miracle after miracle. Jesus had fed 5,000 men, she claimed, but she had no proof.
Her friends tried to explain it to her. She would not accept their explanation. “I don’t care what you say,” she said. “I just don’t believe.”
Her friends left her alone in that awful place, and she was alone with her sorrows and regrets. Again, things seemed to be going all right — until trouble came into the picture and turned her life upside down again.
She’d been called to be a nun, and she promised to go God knows where, to help God’s people. But here she was, in this awful place of misery, where the air was thick and the food painfully tasting, and she had no where to go and no help.
Her sorrows went no higher than the ceiling above her head while the heavens were playing with their jokes. They got to the ceiling and looked up through the skylights. The lights sparkled and six lights jolted all over the place, all over this girl who couldn’t see what the fuss was all about.
She’d never known God, but she knew that He was the One who made all the happy stuff happen. And now, all of a sudden, here was more evidence that He existed. Proof that she had not been made of stone!
She shut the door and sat on the floor and cried. “I don’t know how all this happened,” she said to herself. “But if it did, whoever it was – it must be God – I’m sure it was not me.”
She wiped away more tears and sat up on the bed. The sky had turned marred by a storm that had just missed us because we were too late to leave. She pinched herself together and prayed, trying to ignore the aches and pains of her body. “Dear God, may I get through this, and may I live without ever being sick!”
As she sat there, the bed seemed as soft as a cushion, and I couldn’t imagine anyone could be happy to be in such a crummy place. I used all my faith, all the prayer I had, to keep from crying and praying too hard. And then I thought of the Lord saying, “O, not for a minute, sweetie, when will we see how patient you are, to be in your pain? Your friends won’t stay with you forever, and you’ll forget them. Don’t you think your pain will get to them, too? Oh, but wait. Remember this: ‘I have gone to the mountain to pray, where your griefs may be.’ “
There was a fellow in the Detached Leadersodiac Club that Iotted about four months before I started hiking with them. He worked with me on forming a school, which was to become the Masons. Of course, at that time, we all assumed that the Masons were a secret, a ring of intrigue surrounding a society that the average person could never even conceive of. And I did no such thing, whatsoever.
I belonged to the stabbed-out, slightly wild and deranged part of life. I wandered around in those dark lands of my soul searching for a way to belong, until I found it in the Masons. I guess I felt I found my purpose. I didn’t even tell them that I belonged to them.
So I’ll be the first to admit, “I’m not much of a mason now,” but then again, life is a funny thing like that. We change our minds all the time. New drives and new passions consume us.