The Fearless Quilters of Rolling Bay have done it again - they have donated seven unique, gorgeous quilts and one cozy, cheerful fleece blanket to Katie's Comforters Guild.
They donated these quilts last evening when I addressed the Women's Fellowship Dinner at the church. I was asked to speak about "Faith, Hope and Love," and about Katie's Comforters to this lovely group of ladies who had assembled in the Fellowship Hall. They kindly included my mother in the invitation, so we had the pleasure of experiencing the event together.
The hall was decorated with a collection of stunning quilts - many antique, and hand-quilted, with family history. The owners had attached notes to each quilt, describing its story. It was a real treat to walk around and see the artistry and history in the display.
On one side of the hall, tables were set up so that the ladies could decorate fabric squares to be made into quilts. The organizers had provided applique materials, pens for drawing, irons and ironing boards.
In the center of each table was a lovely quilted cloth. On top of each cloth was a flower pot, wrapped in colorful tissue and ribbon. The quilted cloths are going to be made into quilts for our guild!
There was beautiful singing and prayer. The dinner was absolutely delicious, and well-served by a staff of young high-school students. I would recommend the catering of Debra Cairo (owner of "Chef on the Go") to anyone who asks!
Here are the eight new beauties from the Fearless Quilters:
and some of the gorgeous details...
I belonged to this women's fellowship when I was a member of Rolling Bay church years ago. Some of my dearest friendships began here. The church supported and nurtured our family, before and during Katie's illness. My heart is full of gratitude for all that I learned there.
I was grateful to be invited to address this group of women, to have a chance to give something back to the church. Here is what I said:
"The Greatest of These is Love"
"If I speak with the eloquence of men &
of angels, but have no love, I
become no more than blaring brass or
crashing cymbal. If I have the gift
of foretelling the future & hold in my mind not only all human
knowledge but the very secrets of God,
& if I also have that absolute faith
which can move mountains, but
have no love, I amount to nothing at all. If I dispose of all that I possess,
yes, even if I give my own body
to be burned, but have no love, I achieve precisely nothing.
This love of which I
speak is slow to lose patience—it looks for a way of
being constructive. It is not possessive: it is neither anxious to impress nor does it cherish inflated ideas of its own importance.
Love has good manners
& does not pursue selfish advantage. It is not touchy. It does not keep account of evil
or gloat over the wickedness of other people. On the contrary, it is glad
with all good men when truth prevails.
Love knows no limit
to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one
thing that still stands when all else has fallen.
For if there are prophecies
they will be fulfilled & done with, if there are “tongues” the need for them will disappear,
if there is knowledge it will be swallowed up in truth. For our knowledge is always
incomplete & our prophecy is always incomplete, &
when the complete comes, that is the end of the incomplete.
When I was a little child
I talked & felt & thought like
a little child. Now that I am a man
my childish speech & feeling &
thought have no further significance for me.
At present we are men
looking at puzzling reflections in a
mirror. The time will come when we
shall see reality whole & face
to face! At present all I know is a little fraction of the truth, but the time
will come when I shall know it as fully as God now knows me!
In this life we have three great lasting qualities—faith, hope & love. But the greatest
of them is love." 1 Corinthians 13, J.B. Phillips New Testament
This Bible passage is quoted so often – read frequently at weddings – that
I wonder if people tend to tune out when they hear those first words.
But it has special
meaning, for me.
There was a great preacher
named Henry Drummond, who lived from 1851-1897, & wrote a little book
illuminating this passage called, "The Greatest Thing in the World." This book was given to me
by a dear Sunday School teacher when I was 11 years old. I have it with me to
this day - carried through a lot of moves & life-changes. It is precious
for two reasons: because the giver of the book radiated the love of God in a
way which deeply impressed me; & because the book illuminated new ways to see
& live God's love.
My journey of faith,
hope & love began when I was four, when my parents enrolled me & my
siblings in Sunday School. The church of my youth had a very specific,
perfectionist way of teaching faith. I absorbed it, & grew in it, but of
course, I never felt that I had mastered anything close to perfection. I had
faith in God, hope in good things to come, & love for God & man, much
like any other young Christian person.
When I came to
Rolling Bay Presbyterian Church around the age of 40, I knew I had found a path
to a richer, freer relationship with God. The teachings, sermons & book
studies, the various, wonderful ministries of the church - all blessed &
helped me to grow in faith in God & His unconditional love - & away
from the perfectionism of my childhood faith. Vestiges of it remained, but I
became much freer in this community. Serving in LOGOS, as a Deacon &
Stephen Minister expanded my faith; Lectionary class enriched it. Women’s
Fellowship gave me some of the greatest friendships I had ever known.
I'm one of those
people who was always looking for her "gifts." I never felt really talented at anything - you could say,
"a jack of all trades, master of none" - except at loving. I could love - freely, almost effortlessly - &
I enjoyed loving the people in my circle of care. But that's not really considered
a talent, & it is certainly not
a marketable skill in today's economy!
I had many jobs, & I worked
diligently at them, but no job ever felt like it was a "calling,"
other than motherhood. And I didn't even feel especially talented, or naturally
gifted, at that. But I received the gift of a wonderful husband, a son (David) &
daughter (Katie), & I love them deeply.
When Katie was
diagnosed with cancer in the fall of 2006, my
faith changed. It went from study – learning from wisdom teachers, &
trying to live what I learned - to a place where "the rubber meets the
road." There was little time to read, no time to study, & no place for
theological discussion. Faith in a
children’s hospital meant accepting the path that we were on, & trusting
that we were not alone on that path. It meant entering the field of ministry
with the clothes on our backs – & very little else.
There was no time to
go home & try to become a better, more perfect person; it was time, then &
there, to do the best we could, because Katie could die at any moment. We
were told from the outset that any - every
- moment could be her last, & we lived in acute awareness of that fact.
In the cancer ward, death was never far from our thoughts.
That changes how you
live, how you practice your faith. Faith becomes walking the path as gently as
possible, & looking for God in every person, in every situation, no matter
how frightening or dark it seems to be. The teachings I had absorbed here at
Rolling Bay sustained me during this time.
Hope became a single-pointed
thing: HOPE meant hope for a cure, for recovery, for restoration of our
daughter's life. HOPE meant going home with a cancer-free Katie. Suddenly, the
other things we hoped for in our previous life fell away.
There were short-term
goals to hope for, along the way:
that the chemo would shrink the tumor, that Katie would get through each day’s
procedures without difficulty or pain, that she would survive until she could
have surgery to remove the tumor – and, survive the surgery itself - but all of
the lesser hopes pointed to the big one:
CURE. That HOPE could also be called
our PRAYER, and the prayers of countless others, including this community.
LOVE became the means, the WAY,
of living. Love expressed by others became the daily evidence of God's presence
with us – like manna from heaven - and we saw it in countless acts of
generosity & tenderness (many of them from this community). LOVE became the
way we could serve Katie (and each other), the way to hold our family together,
the way to endure the many hardships of life in the hospital (and living as a
foursome in one room at Ronald McDonald House). Love not only fulfilled the
law, it smoothed the way, softened the edges, gave us eyes to see with humor &
gentleness - countless times, day after day.
LOVE did bear all
things, endure all things, & it never failed. We may have fallen short in any given moment, but through it all, LOVE
carried us.
You know that our
prayers for Katie to be cured were not answered in the way we had hoped; she
recovered from her surgery, only to relapse, & die, after 10 months of
suffering.
What does this do to
our FAITH, HOPE & LOVE?
Well, in my case, HOPE
transitioned to hope to survive her death; to be able to carry on, spiritually,
emotionally & physically; to live without bitterness, & be a good wife to
Gregg & mother to David. I also hoped to find peace with God after this devastating
turn of events.
My FAITH went
through the refiner's fire.
I wrestled with God.
If innocent children die, in spite of our best efforts to save them, how do we
relate to this God? How can we go on saying “God is LOVE?” What can that mean,
NOW?
I came to see that
the God of my childhood faith was not quite the way He had been portrayed to
me. He was not a magician. He was not a mathematical being; our prayers were
not "if...then" equations, with perfect sums as a result. Life is
messy; it does not “add up.” It is mysterious, & heartbreaking; but this is
the life we are given, & in spite of its messiness, it is still a beautiful gift.
As a result of
Katie's illness & death, my faith expanded to include mystery,
disappointment, & the Good Friday of my daughter's death. It includes faith
in the Resurrection, as well, but before I get to enjoy that gift, it is
necessary to live through her time on the cross, her time in the tomb - & my life without her, here on earth.
I began to see Mary,
the mother of Jesus, as a great mentor & example.
And I learned that
the way of the cross is not simply an icon to gaze upon; it is the WAY that we
will all have to walk, in some form, at some time in our lives. We may walk it
in Mary's footsteps – accompanying one we love - or in those of Jesus, as the
sufferer - but the cross is the way of all flesh. I now have faith that God
understands, cares, weeps & walks with us, every step of the way, whether
we can see Him & feel His presence in our distress, or whether we can't. He
gave us this cruciform pattern, & walked through it with His own Son, so we
can know ahead of time what is to come – & that we are not alone when it
happens to us!
With
all of these changes in my hope & faith, I hope you can see that “the one
thing that still stands when all else has fallen” is
LOVE: our love for Katie, and the Love of God enfolding us – you, and me, and
all of His creation. God’s love brings healing to our hearts. LOVE transforms
our pain into compassion, into blankets for others who are suffering, into
better cancer treatments which are NOW saving lives, into patience, service,
generosity & understanding.
Our
prayers are being answered; not necessarily according to our HOPES – yet they are
still being answered. LOVE carries on, eternally working for the good of all of
God’s children.
Your
QUILTS are
a wonderful illustration
of that love, put into action. Generosity - Artistry - a Desire to Bless
–
Creativity – Craftsmanship – Patience – Warmth – Comfort: springing from
God’s
creative LOVE, these qualities are stitched into each quilt, and they
bless – and
enfold – each recipient. That is LOVE in action. Your FAITH &
HOPE light
the way, but LOVE is what translates your faith & hope into
living service. With help from the Fearless Quilters of Rolling Bay, we
have donated over 2,000 quilts and blankets to Seattle Children's
Hospital's patients through Katie's Comforters Guild!
Henry
Drummond wrote:
“There is a great deal in the world that is delightful &
beautiful; there is a great deal in it that is great & engrossing; but it
will not last…Nothing that it contains is worth the life & consecration of
an immortal soul. The immortal soul must give itself to something that is
immortal…You will give yourselves to many things; give yourself first to LOVE…he
that dwelleth in love dwelleth already in God. For God is Love…You will find as
you look back upon your life that the moments that stand out, the moments when
you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in a spirit of
Love.”
So I agree with the
Apostle Paul, and Henry Drummond, that “The Greatest of These is LOVE."
Thank you, Fearless Quilters of Rolling Bay!
