
Recently, I went with my family and church group to a nursing home. It was the first time I had been in one since my Grandma died when I was 6. I smiled with awkward eagerness as they wheeled in a handful of 'grandmas and grandpas' to sing hymns with us, listen to a sermon, and visit.
I've read stories in the past about nursing homes, and how there is always that one woman there who is still so radiant, so in love with Jesus Christ, that you can't conceive an angel more beautiful. So, somewhere lingering in the back of my mind was an expectation to see her. I imagined she would have a multitude of Christ-following adventures to share, and her testimony would greatly strengthen my faith.
I did see her. But she was not the most beautiful one in the room. In fact, she was probably the least. Her face was greatly wrinkled and her teeth had almost all fallen out. She didn't open her mouth to speak forth the glories of Christ she had seen in her life. Her mind wasn't even entirely there, and she was easily confused, seeming to think her earthly father was coming to see her soon. Her name is Miss Virginia.
At first, Miss Virginia didn't capture my attention more than any of the others in the room, except that she seemed more tangible feeble than the others and I pitied her, and my mom was sitting next to her. She joined in the hymns with rest of us, and seemed to know them all by heart. But when all the children began to sing 'Jesus Loves Me', Miss Virginia began weeping. I looked over. She was absolutely bawling. My mom reached out and took her hand, her own eyes filling with tears. Somehow, even though she couldn't tell us, we all knew what she was weeping for.
Miss Virginia's life is nearly spent. I believe that Jesus Christ stands at her side, and is holding her hand, pointing into eternity, and with a smile, whispering "My child, that's for you!". With all the eagerness and trust of a child, she delights in it! You can see it in her eyes that her joy could not be doused, though all the forces of Hell were to rail against her! When the children began to sing, every tear she shed testified to the truth proved through her whole life, that truly, Jesus had loved and continues to love her. I could see dancing in every single tear that streamed down her cheek, the glorious jewels of Christ's faithfulness to her. And as the children sang, she was thinking of all the wonders that Jesus would do in each of their little lives, just as he had done in hers. The earthly testimony of her Lord's faithfulness in her own life is drawing to it's finish, and is therefore as great as any person living can boast. No one can take that from her. She is living in the time of life that people dread to think of, let alone live. The waning years of life seem so hopeless, that we avoid thinking of them if we can. But hers are radiant, because I believe that in her spirit, she is consumed with memories of her Lord. She is the most fragile woman I have ever seen in my life, and yet the most victorious. Truly Jesus Christ has overcome the world!
To tell you that Miss Virginia is beautiful would defeat my purpose. I cannot tell you that after all of this, that she was anymore physically beautiful than when I first saw her. But for the first time in my life, I believe I saw beyond beauty. In fact, in her weakness and slightness, I saw more to glory in than any human beauty I've ever seen. This life is so very short, today, I am a young woman, with strength and energy, tomorrow, it will be gone, and I will be an old woman. Not nearly as much as I imagine separates me from Miss Virginia. Someday, so much sooner than I could think, I will be like her, having the barrier between me and my most beloved Lord Jesus as thin as paper, and I will know, just one more push of the paper, just a few more breaths separate me from eternity with Him! If Miss Virginia could speak clearly to us, I believe she would tell us of the unspeakable rapture of the soul when that glorious sight is finally in view! May we never allow our youth and any beauty that testifies to it, to shade and hinder that glory in our minds.
Let youth fade and beauty flee,
Only let me draw nearer to eternity.
Hinder me not, trouble and strife,
As though weighty in this brief life.
My dawn draws near, the night is near spent.
Oh dust, receive back the little you lent.
To the glorious heavens quickly I go,
How mighty the land I henceforth shall know,
And if lingered a thought of the life that I leave,
It dropped when I saw Him, arms open to receive!!!!!!