Pick up that 200 pound phone and call her!
Recently, I was causally reading Anne Lamott’s new book, Help.Thanks. Wow.—and the following words jumped off the page, confronting me. Here are those words:
“God must love to hear us calling our meth-head cousin just to check in because no one else in the family speaks to him.”
So, Ann says,” I picked up the two-hundred pound phone, dialed his number, and said, “How are you?”
Larry and I have a friend; we will give her the name Mary. Mary is an alcoholic. She has no friends. Her marriage ended recently in divorce. Her daughter and grandchildren want her in their lives but only if she gets long-term help and is sober; which she refuses to do.
Larry and I said, “What a shame!” We pray for Mary. We wish that she would choose life. But today God commanded, via Anne Lamott’s book, “CALL HER!”
This is so hard. We haven’t seen or talked to her in years. I wondered, “What will I say? Wonder if she is drunk and belligerent or says nasty things.” Still the message was repeated, “Call her! “
So I said to Larry, “I am calling Mary right now, and he said, “I will call her!” I responded, “Are you sure you want to call?” He said, “No but I will,” and I let him.
So he called. . .even when he didn’t know what her response would be, even when he didn’t know what to say. I prayed and Larry picked up that 200 pound telephone, dialed her number and said, “Hi Mary. How are you?”
Is there someone who God wants you to call today? Pick up that 200 pound phone and call. God bless.