“Through the work of the apostles, many God-signs were set up among the people, many wonderful things happened.” Acts 5:12
I sometimes wish I could have been one of Jesus’ disciples to walk with him, sit at his side, and listen to his stories and experience the miracles of healing. There were no women among the first twelve chosen to follow Jesus, and yet God continues to open the avenue for women, like me, to be disciples in surprising ways.
I have come to believe being a disciple isn’t so much like the acts of the original twelve disciples. It’s about practicing acts of kindness, regardless of their size or importance, and it’s about being a blessing to others. I feel like a disciple of Jesus whenever I mingle with people, like after church or while waiting in line at the grocery checkout counter, and through conversation can lift someone’s spirits. And, as a volunteer spiritual caregiver at my local hospital, I feel like one of Jesus’ disciples as I talk and pray with the sick, dying, and as I listen to the stories of those living in a state of fear, hopelessness, and doubt.
Sometimes I need one of Jesus’ disciples to boost my confidence, like my Aunt Elaine. Yesterday she called and said, “You are such a blessing to me each day when I read your daily meditation. I feel like I’m spending time with you.” She had no idea how her words of kindness will spread to others as I gather the strength to pen one more Daily Meditation Moment.
Thank you, Lord, for the disciples we encounter along our faith journey. Amen.