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The Women Of Winter

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Posted 02-06-2011 at 03:17 PM by caninemom3

[B][SIZE=4][COLOR=seagreen]Women of Winter[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]

[COLOR=seagreen][I]by Max Lucado[/I]
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[COLOR=seagreen]THE MOURNERS DIDN’T CAUSE HIM TO STOP. Nor did the large crowd, or even the body of the dead man on the stretcher. It was the woman—the look on her face and the redness in her eyes. He knew immediately what was happening. It was her son who was being carried out, her only son. And if anyone knows the pain that comes from losing your only son, God does…. (Luke 7:11-17)[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]His plan was to catch a few winks while the boys went to town for food. And what better place to rest than a well at noon. No one comes for water at this hour. So he sat down, stretched his arms, and leaned against the wall of the well. But his nap was soon interrupted. He opened one eye just wide enough to see her trudging up the trail with a heavy jar on her shoulder. Behind her came half a dozen kids, each one looking like a different daddy… (John 4:1-42)[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]By the time she got to Jesus, she had nothing left. The doctors had taken her last dime. The diagnosis had stolen her last hope. And the hemorrhage had robbed her of her last drop of energy. She had no more money, no more friends, and no more options. With the end of her rope in one hand and a wing and a prayer in her heart, she shoved her way through the crowd….Luke 8:43-47)[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Three women. One bereaved. One rejected. One dying. All alone.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=seagreen]Alone in the winter of life.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Though we don’t know what they looked like, it would be fair to assume they had passed the peak of their desirability. The only heads that turned as they walked down the street were heads shaking with pity. One of the three was widowed and childless; another had lost her innocence six bedrooms back; and the third was broke, desperate, and dying.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Had Jesus ignored them, who would have noticed? In a culture where women were only a grade or two above farm animals no one would’ve thought any less had he walked silently past the funeral or closed his eyes and leaned back against the well or ignored the tug on his robe. After all, they were only women![/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Worn,
wrinkled,
weary women.
Winter women.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Let them alone, Jesus, one could reason. Find someone with a bit of springtime about them.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]By the world’s standards these three could give nothing in return. They’d served their purpose: borne their children, fed their families, pleased their men. Now it was time to push them out into the cold until they died, making room for the young and spotless.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]That’s where Jesus found them. Shivering in the icy sleet of uselessness.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=seagreen]The raw winter of life.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Sound familiar? Sure it does. We have our own people of winter. People who for the lack of good looks or sufficient earning power wander around like porcupines at a picnic, unwanted and unapproachable.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Hard to believe?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Visit a high school sometime and look for the teenagers already feeling the chilly winds of rejection. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Or try Miami Beach. I don’t mean the north beach where tourists pay $150 a day to get sunburned. I mean the south beach, a city deliberately built for the exhausted. Watch them shuffle aged feet down the sidewalk. They have come to their burial ground. They fill their nights with dreams of the granddaughter who might come next Christmas. And though the Gold Coast is warm, in their souls blow the winds of winter.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Or consider the unborn. Every twenty seconds one is taken from the warmth of the womb and cast into the cold lake of selfishness..[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]The paragraphs could go on and on. Paragraphs about quadriplegics, AIDS victims, or the terminally ill. Single parents. Alcoholics. Divorcées. The blind. All are social outcasts. Lepers, mutations. All, to one degree or another, shunned by the “normal world.”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]Society doesn’t know what to do with them. And, sadly, even the Church doesn’t know what to do with them. They often would find a warmer reception at the corner bar than in a Sunday school class.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=seagreen]But Jesus would find a place for them. He would find a place for them because he cares. And he cares unconditionally.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=seagreen]No, no one would have blamed Jesus for ignoring the three women. To have turned his head would have been much easier, less controversial, and not nearly as risky. But God, who made them, couldn’t do that. And we, who follow him, can’t either.[/COLOR]
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