And he gave her his hand and raised her up; and calling the saints and widows,
Acts 9:41
he presented her alive.
Chloe leaned easily against the wall of the bedchamber. Her eyes twinkled with laughter and the smile on her face would not be easily erased. Her dearest friend now stood alive and well at the foot of the bed where, just days before, Chloe had washed her lifeless body. Even though she needed no more proof that Jesus was real and powerful, this miracle done right before her gave a new resolve of faith she could never have imagined to possess.
She watched with subdued enthusiasm as her friends encircled Tabitha. Fresh tears of joy spilled down wrinkled cheeks as they danced and shouted praise to their Messiah. The men surrounded Peter and peppered him with questions. Though she could not sort out what was being said, animated hands and faces spoke volumes across the room. New tears spilled freely down her face as she listened to the others sing a Psalm of David.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name.
Today they were eyewitnesses to a miracle done in the name of Jesus the Christ. Chloe imagined this was what it must have been like when her people crossed through the Red Sea on dry ground or when the walls of Jericho tumbled to the ground. And now, like the ancients of old, they could no longer remain neutral. They had a choice to make. Each of them would be responsible to tell others what they saw and knew to be true. But would they?
A profound sense of earnestness swept through this new disciple of the Christ as she whispered a prayer for Abigail.
One Another Living 