“The Word became flesh, and lived among us…” John 1:14
A “senior moment” we say, with a smile. At a certain age, we all have them — usually as we lose a train of thought, a word we wanted. But for many, those moments become more serious.
As my mother aged, dementia stole her words. She would begin a sentence and forget how to finish it. She’d try to tell me something; a troubled look would cross her face. She just couldn’t find the word she intended to say. While I couldn’t know what was going on in her mind, I could sense her frustration, her feeling of loss, her loneliness when words failed her.
But there is a Word that didn’t fail her, and doesn’t fail us. The Word that became flesh and dwelt among us—never to go away, never to be lost, always here—that Word was there for my mother, is there for you and for me—whether or not we can remember words.
Prayer: Holy Word, Jesus Christ, thank you for your constant presence with us this day and always. Amen.
Deaconess Louise Williams