Every Sunday the scene is the same. It is like clockwork. This white-haired, humble couple walks up the center aisle and sits on the left hand pew. It is always the same pew, the second one. It is always the same spot, near the edge. He leads her to their place, then takes her walker and places it where she can easily grasp it later.
Some Sundays she can stand up with the congregation, and other Sundays she cannot. He is always at her side, like a mirror. Standing or remaining seated. Holding hands. Encouraging. Never embarrassed by his bride.
Several Sundays, Pastor and the elders have had to come to them as they did not go forward for communion. They could not. She could barely lift her head. He remained faithful by her side. We all waited as they received from Jesus what we had already received, His Body and Blood.
Last Sunday, they were sitting in their pew, their place. He placed her walker, as has become their custom, in an attainable place. The time for communion came, and he helped her to her walker. Together they approached the Lord's Table, together they received communion. He helped her back to their pew, their place. I watched with tears welling in my eyes.
What a beautiful picture of Jesus and His Bride is this couple. They do not know how many people watch his tenderness to her, and see how she is so dependent upon him. We, too, are dependent on our Savior, our true husband, for everything.
Thank you, Jesus, for this living picture of you.