To our lost saints...

A friend sent this to me in an email. It is so beautiful, I wanted to share it with you.

I'm writing with deep sadness upon learning of the death of our sister from First Baptist, Norma Jean Anderson, this morning. If ever you wondered what patience and "waiting on God" might mean in the face of personal suffering, or wanted to feel God's hand (or see the radiant smile of the Spirit) among us, you had only to find a place close to Norma, especially during these last few years. It was palpable, contagious. Norma loved and prayed for us as a church, with a heart touched by God. For me, being church, the grace of it all, makes a whole lot more sense somehow because of who she was. Somehow, heaven is a little clearer to me today, too.

And in our sorrow, we are also comforted by our friendship and fellowship.

Blessings and peace on all of you, and thank you for your friendship and fellowship.

Addendum: Texas in Africa also published a very moving portrait and remembrance of Norma Jean.