It was said that Rev. Zack could sho’ nuff get a prayer through. And he could accept his own.
After all these years, Rev. Zack and his wife, Liz, remained childless. He had learned to accept it as God’s will kinda, sorta, but Liz, on the other hand, couldn’t.
As first lady, she was always there for the church’s Mother’s Day celebration, and as the years passed, she quietly resented them.
Today, Zack’s left to preach a revival in Jerusalem. Liz told him weeks ago she wasn’t going.
She wasn’t up for the phony smiles and barely whispered talk of there must have been something wrong with her. Why would she travel to hear all that when she could hear it right here?
After his car drove off, she went to the kitchen for some coffee and thought about how lately she had stopped going with him to certain celebrations. This was becoming a pattern of her not being with him ‘cause of how she felt.
Tears fell into her coffee. Oh, she shoulda have gone with him. Not that Liz was afraid of other women. The temptations have always been there, and the tempters weren’t shy.
But Zack wasn’t Elkanah, Samuel’s daddy, a Samson, David, or Abraham with all their women and confusion. No, that wasn’t her Zack. But she’d be damned if she’d drive him away. Later that night, Liz prayed to be released from bitterness and resentment. She had Zack.
When he came home, he didn’t say anything, and he had a strange look on his face. He took her hand and led her to the couch, then handed her a piece of paper that said, I love you. They both cried. Abraham may be the father of faith, but with Zack, she had a devoted husband who loved her womb with a view and all. They sat together, saying nothing. Finally, Zack got up and held out his hand. She put hers in his. Then they went to bed.
Reference – Luke 1:5-24
