You may know the story of Dorcas: “this woman was full of good works and alms-deeds which she did”. So much so, that when she died, the community urgently sought Peter, “and all the widows stood by him weeping, and shewing the coats and garments which Dorcas made, while she was with them.” Peter raised her from the dead.
This lady made such an impact on all those that were around her: she wasn’t a preacher’s wife, she wasn’t a missionary’s wife, she wasn’t a famous speaker nor author, she was simply full of good works and kindness.
Several years ago, Mark, myself and our 2 children moved from Peru, South America to Cumming, GA. This was a very scary move for me. We came to town before the actual starting of our church, so for a few months we attended other churches in the community. During one service, I casually placed my arm on the pew around one of my children. After the service a lady came up to me and begged to take my special diamond and sapphire ring, she wanted to get it fixed. I then looked at the ring and noticed for the first time that one of the diamonds was actually missing. After much insistence I gave this stranger my ring, she had it beautifully fixed and met up with me the following week. We met at a store and a wonderful friendship was started with her kindness.
A few years later, we took in Tyler and Chase. I honestly believe she saw them and knew… she knew they needed her and her family. Before anyone knew how long these boys would be part of our lives, her heart was already open to them. Before I even let permanency reside in my own heart, as their mother, she knew she had to heap kindness on these boys who were feeling lost and afraid.
I could tell story after story of the kindness showed, the birthday presents sent, the nurse advice freely given. Others could tell story after story of the kindness heaped on them, those whose families lived far far away, knew they had a family with her and her family.
As I learned of the death of Allison Clapp yesterday, I wanted so badly to fetch Peter. I wanted to show him all of the things she had given to us; I wanted her kindness to continue! But I know she is in heaven. I know she is in a better place. I hurt so bad for her 3 boys. I hurt for her husband, but I know her life was important to so many. I know that in her death, we all can learn the importance of kindness, how important it is to impact others. I know I can’t fetch Peter, I know I cannot bring her back, but I do know that her life can and will continue to impact others. As I sit here today thinking of her, I want to show Christ’s love to as many people as I can, just as she did to me. We aren’t promised tomorrow. Life is a vapor. Is your life impacting others? Will others be able to tell story after story of your kindness; of your love for Christ after your death? And most importantly if you collapsed today and your life on earth was over, do you know for sure you would go to heaven?