UM TRIBUTO A MINHA SOGRA

1 Sam 20:3; “Mas, na verdade, como vive o Senhor, e como vive a tua alma, há apenas um passo entre mim e a morte.” 

Do jeito que a semana passada prosseguiu para a nossa família, essas palavras de Davi têm sido a nossa realidade. Havia uma sombra iminente, durante o tempo que nossa matriarca brasileira guerreou por sua vida contra o câncer, e o fenômeno que assaltava seus pulmões. Essa sombra escura trazia consigo as palavras, “há apenas um passo entre ela e a morte”, acabou por descer as cortinhas de uma vida bem vivida, como o fim de uma magnífica peça teatral. Infelizmente, para a família não haveria mais repetições, no entanto, Marlene Leonart acabou de entrar na melhor “produção” de todos os tempos, com Cristo o Senhor sendo o Diretor de sua vida aqui na terra e sua nova vida no céu. O palco está pronto e Ele tem um novo papel para sua filha encenar.

Marlene sempre teve uma propensão para desfrutar de algumas das coisas mais saborosas e chiques da vida. Ela gostava que as coisas tivessem um toque de delicadeza e talento. Quando eu conheci Marlene, eu era um menino de vinte anos que não falava nem um pingo de português, e ela nunca realmente falou inglês. Lembro-me do dia em que a ouvi dizer algumas palavras em inglês pela primeira vez na minha presença. Eu tive que pedir Luiza para confirmar se o que eu ouvi foi, de fato, “Let’s kick it up a notch”, que quer dizer algo como, “Vamos apimentar as coisas, levar a outro nível”. Você pode imaginar a minha surpresa ao ouvir essa frase vindo dos lábios de alguém que eu não sabia que falava inglês. Foi-me explicado que ela era uma grande fã de Emeril Lagasse. “BAM”. Agora fazia sentido. O que eu não percebi foi que eu estava prestes a entrar em uma nova época da minha vida, que iria incluir a “renovação” e “expansão” do meu paladar. Eu não tenho espaço suficiente nesta homenagem para nomear todos os pratos que ela amava fazer para mim, mas basta dizer que meu pai e eu nunca mais vamos receber outro bolo de esponja com frutas, ou que eu nunca mais vou ter seu bife de alcatra recheado com uma grande cenoura e salsicha; isso tornou-se agora uma realidade desalentadora. Ela conhecia as comidas que eu gostava e ela se desdobrava para prepará-los para mim. Ela também conhecia os pratos que eu a desencorajava de cozinhar para mim. A família sabe que três pratos são. (Eu digo isso com um sorriso irreverente).

Nos últimos anos, fomos abençoados o suficiente para viajarmos juntos como família. Um dos maiores desejos de Marlene era poder viajar para Portugal. Alguns anos atrás este desejo se tornou realidade quando passamos algum tempo como uma família em Lisboa, nos deliciando no pastel de nata, eu tenho que admitir com gula. Oh, como apreciamos essas iguarias. Lembro-me de levá-la para o nordeste da Inglaterra e vê-la se apaixonar por todas as ovelhas vagando livre nos montes ondulantes ingleses. Todos nós sempre dávamos uma risadinha toda vez que tínhamos que diminuir a velocidade do carro, ou parar completamente, para que ela pudesse ver os cordeiros pelos montes. No entanto, o maior momento de riso, tanto para Marlene como para nós, foi em Veneza. Se você já tentou entrar em uma dessas gôndolas que balançam para a ca e para a la, você vai entender que elas não são as mais fáceis de subir a bordo. Acrescente o fato de que Marlene nunca aprendeu a nadar, e assim foi criada uma situação que invocava muita risada nervosa. Mas como ela adorava estar na gôndola! Segurando em a sua bolsa (uma de muitas, mas isso é outra história), ela ficava emocionada ao ser levada por seu “chauffeur” pelas das ruas de Veneza onde ela apreciava este lugar único e sua história que se apresentava em cada esquina. Quando Marlene sorria e ria, você podia ver a garotinha de oito anos brilhando.

Marlene era também uma mulher de Deus e uma mulher do santuário. Ela tinha o maior respeito pelas santas ordenanças de Cristo. Igreja para ela era um lugar para louvar ao Senhor, receber Dele, e um lugar para buscar a cura. Ela vivia sua vida “na igreja” e estava sempre disposta a abrir sua casa para o ministério do Evangelho e, claro, cozinhar uma grande refeição para qualquer hóspede. Tal era sua reverência pelas coisas de Deus dentro da igreja, que ela decidiu abençoar a igreja I.C.I. com seus primeiros pratos da Santa Ceia. Isso era algo que ela sentia que o Senhor lhe pedira para fazer. Até hoje a igreja ainda serve a Ceia nesses pratos.

marlene-1Depois de Jesus, seu maior amor foi sua família. Amou suas filhas inabalavelmente, e o laço que criou com suas três princesas era forte. É a força desse laço que tornará difícil o processo de sua separação com suas filhas. Sim, elas estão perdendo sua mãe, mas elas estão perdendo uma mãe que sempre estava do lado delas para o que elas precisassem. Ela estava ao lado, e amando, serviu seu marido, que neste momento vai exigir nossas orações para navegar essas novas águas turbulentas. E ela também era uma irmã amorosa para sua irmã e irmão. O vazio que ela deixa é grande. Mas, devo atrever-me em dizer que nada trouxe a vida e alegria para seus olhos como seus netos? Que avó ela tem sido para todos os seus netos! Eles vão ter sempre memórias de festas na piscina, diversos doces, e uma infinidade de palavras amáveis e adoráveis faladas sobre eles. Ser avó foi uma de suas maiores alegrias e todos os netos vão sentir sua falta.

Esta semana, como temos andado este caminho juntos como uma família, fomos esmagados com as memórias do que uma vez foi e o que agora vai cessar. Nas minhas viagens ao longo dos últimos anos, sei que suas orações me sustentaram, ainda mais em alguns dos locais interessantes que visitei recentemente. Serei eternamente grato por essas orações. Em minhas viagens eu comecei a colecionar “pratos de parede de países” para ela, e ela os pendurava em sua cozinha. Saber que ela não vai ver pessoalmente os últimos pratos que eu tenho para ela, e saber o tempo de colecionarmos pratos juntos chegou ao fim, é uma daquelas “pequenas-grandes-coisas”. Pouco no sentido de que eles eram apenas pratos de parede, mas grande no sentido de que era “nossa coleção”.

Agora que o último grão de areia em sua ampulheta caiu e sua presença connosco não é mais, conforto é o que todos nós procuramos. Esta semana no OneHope nós tivemos nosso meio dia de oração, e uma linha em uma canção que cantamos falou tanto em meu espírito que eu tive que imediatamente mandar uma mensagem de texto para Luiza. A letra dizia, “Eu sou cercado pelos braços do pai; Estou cercado por canções de libertação “. Senti que Deus estava nos dizendo que esses eram e são os pensamentos de Marlene sobre seu estado atual. Deus é tão bom. Ele sabe como nos falar em momentos de necessidade.

Conhecer seu amor pelo Senhor suaviza essa tristeza temporária e eleva nossa alegria eterna.

Para sempre seu genro,

David

A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER-IN-LAW

1 Sam 20:3 “Yet as surely as the LORD lives and as you live, there is but a step between me and death.”

As the past week for our family has progressed, these words of David have been our reality. As our Brazilian matriarch battled for her life through the waging war of cancer and phenomena assaulting her lungs, there has been a looming shadow. This darkened cast shadow which carried with it the words, ‘there is but a step between her and death’ finally brought the curtain down on a life well lived like the ending of a magnificent theatrical play. Sadly, for the family there was to be no encore, however, Marlene Leonart has just stepped into the best ‘production’ of all time, with Christ the Lord being the Director of both her life here on earth and her new life in heaven. The stage is set and He has a new role for His daughter to play.

Marlene always had a proclivity to enjoy some of the more flavourful and fancy things of life. She liked things to have a hint of finesse and flair. When I first met Marlene I was a twenty-year boy that didn’t speak a lick of Portuguese and she never really spoke any English. I remember the day that I heard her say some English words for the first time in my presence. I had to ask Luiza to confirm that what I heard was indeed, “Let’s kick it up a notch”. You can imagine my surprise at hearing such a phrase come from the lips of someone I never knew spoke English. It was explained to me that she was a big fan of Emeril Lagasse. “BAM”, now it made sense. What I didn’t realize was that I was about to enter into a new epoch of time that was going to include the ‘renewing’ and ‘expanding’ of my palate. I don’t have enough room in this tribute to name all of the dishes she loved making for me, but to know that my father and I will not receive another fruit filled sponge cake, or that I will never again have the rump steak, stuffed with a large carrot and sausage has now become a disheartening reality. She knew the foods that I liked and she went out of her way to prepare them for me and she also knew the dishes I ‘highly discouraged’ her to cook for me. The family know which three dishes they are. (I say with a cheeky grin).

In recent years we have been blessed enough to travel together as a family. One of Marlene’s greatest desires was to be able to travel to Portugal. A couple of years ago this desire became a reality as we spent some time as a family in Libson, feasting, I have to gluttonously admit, on Pastel de Nata. Oh, how we enjoyed those sweet delicacies. I remember taking her to the North-East of England and seeing her fall in love with all the free roaming sheep on the undulating English hills. We would all have a giggle every time we would have to either slow the car down or completely stop so that she could get a better look at these wandering lambs. However, the greatest moment of laughter both for Marlene and us was in Venice. If you have ever tried stepping into one of these perilously teetering gondolas, you’ll understand that they are not the easiest to board. Add to that the fact that Marlene never learned to swim and you have created a situation that invokes plenty of nervous laughter. But oh how she loved being on the gondola. Holding onto her bag (one of many, but that’s another story) she was thrilled to be ‘chauffeured’ around the watery streets of Venice as she took in the unique environment and history that presented itself at every turn. When Marlene smiled and laughed you could see the little eight-year old girl shining through.

Marlene was also a woman of God and woman of the sanctuary. She had the utmost respect for the Holy ordinances of Christ. Church for her was a place to praise the Lord, receive from Him and a place to seek out healing. She lived her life ‘in the church’ and was always willing to open up her home for the ministry of the Gospel and of course cook a great meal for any guest. Such was her reverence for the things of God inside the church, she took it upon herself to bless I.C.I. church with its first communion platter. This was something she felt that the Lord has asked her to do. To this day the church still serves communion from these plates.

marlene-1After Jesus, her biggest love was her family. She loved her daughters unwaveringly and the bond that she created with her three princesses was strong. It is the strength of this bond which will make the process of her parting difficult for her daughters. Yes, they are losing their mother but they are losing a mother who stood by them in all that they did. She stood beside and loving served her husband, who at this moment in time will require our prayers as he navigates these new turbulent waters, and she also was a loving sister to her sister and brother. The void she leaves is large. But, dare I say, that nothing brought the light of life and joy to her eye quite like her grandchildren? What a grandmother she has been to all her grandchildren. They will forever have memories of pool parties, copious about of sweet treats and a plethora of kind and lovely words spoken to and over them. Being a grandmother was one of her greatest joys and the all the grandchildren will miss her dearly.

This week as we have walked this path together as a family we have been overwhelmed with memories of what once was and what now will cease. On my travels over the past few years I know that her prayers have sustained me, and even more so in some of my more recent ‘interesting’ travel locations. I will be forever grateful for those prayers. On my travels I started to collect ‘county wall plates’ for her and she would hang them in her kitchen. To know that she will not see in person the last plates I got for her and to know that this time of us collecting plates together has come to an end, is one of those ‘little-big-things’. Little in the sense that they were just wall plates, but big in the sense that it was ‘our collection’.

Now that the last grain of sand in her hour glass has fallen and her presence with us is no more, comfort is what we all seek. This week at OneHope we had our Half Day of Prayer and a line in a song that was sang ‘struck a chord’ in my spirit that I had to immediately text it to Luiza. The lyric was, “I am surrounded by the Arms of the Father; I am surrounded by songs of deliverance”. I felt that God was telling us that these were and are Marlene’s thoughts on her current state. God is so good. He knows just how to speak to us in times of need.

Knowing her love for the Lord softens this temporary sorrow and elevates our eternal joy.

Forever your Son-In-Law,

David

The Story of a Great Journey…

Matthew 2:10,11; “When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. After coming into the house they saw the Child with Mary His mother; and they fell to the ground and worshipped Him. Then, opening their treasures, they presented to Him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh”. 

Don’t you just love starting a new journey? I remember as kids how excited we would be sitting in the back of the car playing our imaginary musical instruments as we waited for our destination. I have often wondered what the Magi were thinking as they started out on their journey to find a King. Full of excitement and a knowledge that something great was just ahead. 

After seeing the Star in the sky that would guide them to the birth place of this King we are told that they ‘rejoiced greatly’. What a great journey this was turning out to be for them. Although it was a long journey and many scholars suggest that Jesus would be around 2 years old when they arrived in Bethlehem; this must have been a journey where every step was worth it’s ‘weight in gold’. Surely the Magi could not be blamed if they had been looking for a palace to find this King, after all where else would a King be born. A palace of some grandiose proportion would be fitting, and yet, it seems that they find the Child with His mother in a regular Judean house. The place that they found the Child was obviously not important to the Magi, just look at what was really in their hearts when they eventually arrived at the birth place of Jesus. “They fell down to the ground and worshipped Him”. These wise men, were just that, wise. They weren’t bothered where this star led them, as long as it led them to the King. The Bible does not say that these men fell to the ground in the presence of Herod, even though he was at the height of his ‘royal grandeur’. Worship belongs to God and God alone. Man, angel or demon does not deserve nor warrant our worship. After worshipping Christ they presented their treasures. Notice that they humbled themselves and laid themselves down before presenting their gifts. It is the same for us. Every man must humbly submit himself to Christ first and when we have done this we will have no problem laying down our treasures before him. After all, the crowns that we receive when we move on into eternity will be most glorified at His feet. 

When was the last time we fell to the ground and worshipped Him and did what these wise men did? This should be something that we should do more often, not just at Christmas time when we are reminded of these scriptures, but throughout the year. We might be surprised at the dreams, visions and words that God will give us when we humble ourselves like the Magi. Who, let us not forget, also  received divine intervention from God about their journey back home. 

Never be ashamed to fall on the ground before your maker.