What an interesting day I had in the Cancer Research charity shop. I greatly enjoy giving practical help in the shop and generating money for cancer treatment. It is my prayer that one day we will learn about a cure for cancer.
I lost a friend of mine last year to cancer. She was my mentor professionally, a friend, an advisor and a sister spiritually. She hid her illness from me until it was far advanced, just a few weeks before she went to be with our Heavenly Father. I saw her in the hospital before she departed. I wept very much and did not want to go back again as she was in a pathetic state.
Whenever I remember her look I think about all those working in specialist care. They must have wonderfully sympathetic hearts. I couldn’t bear such sights, seeing patients declining drastically.
After losing my friend I decided to assist in raising money for cancer research by helping out at a cancer charity shop. It makes me think about my friend. Now I feel that I am doing something positive that would make her smile!
I have volunteered in several charity shops, such as the British Heart Foundation shops, just helping out. The workers are very dedicated. I would advise anyone interested in this work, especially in an area where you have had a personal involvement, to go ahead and volunteer, as more hands are needed to raise money for fellow human beings who have been attacked by wicked illnesses.
Not what you get, but what you give,
Not what you say, but how you live,
Giving the world the love it needs,
Living the life of noble deeds.
Not whence you came, but whither bound,
Not what we have, but whether found,
Strong in the night, the good, the true,
These are things worthwhile to you.
I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friendship.
William Shakespeare (Richard II)
For those of us still alive, not because of our goodness, but the mercies of our Heavenly Father, I suggest we remember the words of the song , ‘Rock of Ages’.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgement throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
It is a very solemn song and touching indeed. As I write, tears are flowing down my cheeks.
May her gentle soul rest in peace.
May God bless you all!
(Child of God)