Easter has come and gone now. The promise of the resurrection lasts forever.
In my last post, I described a bit about Bonnie and the person she was, even in the face of pain, weakness and what I call evil. The same day that I was experiencing the memories from our last boat ride together the mail woman was putting something in my mail box.
Perhaps this was another reason I was to stay here this Easter and not try to "run away".
The following note came along with an Easter Card. The card will be forgotten, the personal note will not. You see, it describes eloquently, simply, and beautifully an aspect of Bonnie that was so obvious to those who knew her. She was different. She was......
I've given this note a nickname: "Jesus Touched Me"
About this time last year, Bonnie and I went to see the ‘Passion of the Christ” at the First Assembly of Good church in Florence , AL
We were sitting in the second row – Bonnie had the aisle seat. When the actors came in, the gentleman who played Jesus touched Bonnie on the shoulder. She turned to me and said “I was just touched by Jesus”. She chuckled – we both did. When we left, this same Jesus was standing at the door and we shook hands while I told him how much we enjoyed the play.
On the way to the car, Bonnie said “I was touched by Jesus” and of course I had to come back with “Yeah, but he shook my hand”.
We had a couple of weeks of fun out of this. She would nudge me and say, “I was touched by Jesus” and of course I would reply, “Yeah, but he shook my hand”. Just a giggle between two friends….
But, you know Barry, if there were ever anyone on this earth truly touched by Jesus, she was, and everyone she touched was touched by Him also.
Yes, that is true. He touched many people through Bonnie. Many of her friends from BSF, whom I did not know, have shared with me their experiences of meeting Bonnie, of her kindness, of her smile and encouragement, and of her touching them They were touched by Jesus too....through Bonnie.
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