“Deep cries unto deep and all your breakers and waves wash over me.”
Since I moved here almost six months ago I have learned a few things.
I’m not a good vitamin taker. A personal revelation, yes. I’m just plain bad at it. I probably take them like every other day or two. I also don’t like ants. Or construction work early in the morning.
You know other places I’ve lived at like Mesa and San Diego, when it rained there, business got busier, no matter where I worked. Restaurant or retail. It’s always been like this univeral rule that if it’s raining, you’re about to get busy.
But not here.
I was at work about a week ago and I could hear the rain outside beating down on our roof, the thunder quaking, the people coming inside without their umbrellas, talking about local flooding.
And yet all was quiet. The store emptied out and emptied some more. A surreal feeling overcame me. This place is different than other places.
I was reading the book of Acts this morning and this one line caught me. It said that when people walked in Peter’s shadow they were healed. It was a privilege to walk in this man’s shadow. Not even talk to him, not even look at him. His shadow. Do you understand that?
And why? Because Peter was God? No.
But he knew him. He knew him good.
Imagine having a walk with Jesus that had an effect on other people. Imagine having faith in as little as a shadow. What if that’s all it took for you? What if that was seriously all it took?
I wonder when I look back on my life if people will remember me and say, yeah, you know Annie?
She knew him.