Did Rhoda Help Me?

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Me and my call button

Here is a little story that I’ve been telling my friends: The management of Evergreen Estates provides well for the residents who depend on them.  So each resident who accepts it is given a call button to hang around the neck for emergency use.

I wore the button faithfully (while sleeping and even in the shower) until one day when I went off campus where the button was useless.  I took it off, put it where I thought I would readily see it on my return.  But, when I returned and looked for it I could not find it. Like the widow of Luke 5:8-10, I looked diligently for the lost button for a week, and asked others to help me find it. Nut sadly, no one could find it..

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Saint Rhoda with me

Yesterday when an attendant returned my laundry I told her about my lost call button.  She immediately began looking in corners and under things in my small apartment.  I said that if she were Rhoda I would tell her that it was time for her to pray. It may be because these days are filled with Catholic Church events, that I recalled that Catholics pray to the saints above.  I told the attendant of this and suggested that I should perhaps pray to the Saint Rhoda above for help.

Now let me be clear.  I did not pray to Saint Rhoda.  I did not even offer a formal prayer to  God through Jesus, which I have the right to do as a non Catholic.  I only know that about thirty minutes after my conversation with the attendant I took a shirt from its hanger in my closet, and a moment later I looked down and was totally surprised (pleased and relieved) to see my call button lying on the floor.

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Saint Rhoda on earth

I don’t know how the call button got there.  Logic tells me that it came from above, but from where?  I don’t know.  I did not see it fall and I don’t know from where it fell.

St. Rhoda did not answer my prayer for I did not pray.  But might she have read my mind and helped me, something she often did while she was alive?

About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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5 Responses to Did Rhoda Help Me?

  1. Betty Kelsey says:

    How she would laugh at that title! Your choice of picture at the bottom says it all.

  2. Raymond Martin says:

    Alice and I love the story and the picture. It’s very easy to believe that St. Rhoda dropped that to you. I must tell you a story which you might remember. In 1977 or 80 I was attending the graduation of a son at LMH. Exiting the parking area I was at a stand-still and gave thought to my pastor of an earlier time, Roy Newswanger, who had recently died and I wondered if he was possibly at graduation. I glanced in my mirror and saw you in the car behind me. I dashed back and asked you my question. Your answer was something like, “this was a wonderful experience and the saints are involved in such experiences but they do not need to be involved in the muck of our lives.” That stuck with me these 30-some years and I’ve used it. The most important time was when after my mother’s death in 1982 I visited my father at his home in Paradise (no, not the one I have not yet seen) and he told me he had heard mother call his name. He asked if that is possible. Because of the answer you had given me I answered that question in a way that rests wonderfully with me today. I said “we know that mother’s voice box went with her into burial but there is no reason why God could not use mothers voice to bring comfort to you. We both cried a little and for me, joy mingled with sadness. I hope it was so with him. We didn’t sort-out those feelings but I wish now that we had done so.
    Thanks for your input to my spirituality that day.

    • Thanks Raymond for your response. No, I don’t remember the incident you relate, but it isn’t unusual for someone to remind me of something I said or did that blessed them which I’ve long forgotten. I’m glad I’ve forgetten, and glad to be reminded

  3. Freda Zehr says:

    Martin, thanks so much for sharing this story. I have a similar one—actually many. I have been unofficially diagnosed with attention deficit disorder. While Vernon was still alive he always found my lost items, however after he died, I was totally lost. I lost two sets of car keys in a year. One day I was desperate. i could not find the last set.I knelt down beside my bed, and prayed. I begged God to help me find them, I opened my eyes to stand up and saw the edge of the key holder right beside my knee where I was kneeling. From that time to this I always pray for everything. I feel sometimes like am
    selfish to ask God to help me find lost things, but it happens ALL the time, and I pray more then i have ever prayed in my life. I think I took all my troubles and fears to Vernon and now God is teaching me to trust him.

  4. Grace says:

    Loved your stories, Martin & Freda. We know God answers our prayers and maybe sometimes he allows our loved ones who are a part of the great cloud of witnesses surrounding us to help with the answer. What a sweet thought. Thank you both for sharing.

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