When I think back to my childhood and my emotions as a child, the one desire above all others was to be and feel loved. I reached into the recesses of my mind to remember the times when I felt both. Life experiences, journeys, drama, and trauma all ran through my memories like a microfiche film on a reel speeding past my eyes. As I ogled each frame, my heart melted, softened, yearned, and was joyful when scenes at my grandmother’s house flashed before me.
Her name is Electa Lucille. I have always thought her name alone spoke of elegance and beauty and so did she. She was my everything. Her smile put all that was wrong, right. Her laugh was contagious to say the least and it filled my heart with glee. Her hugs melted away any misgivings I may have had with the rest of the world. Electa was not a wealthy woman on a monetary level, but she was the richest person on earth that I had the pleasure of knowing. Electa’s gift was she played the piano and played it very well. She learned to play when she was a young girl. Usually when she started playing, I was drawn to the melodies she orchestrated. I felt like I was in a trance listening not only to the music itself, but to her heart. She put all she was into her piano playing. I didn’t know it at first, but I came to realize when she played she was playing for the Lord. It was her gift, her prayers, her voice to His ear. As I grew up listening to this music, I discovered the words were exaltations’ to the Lord and I learned Who Jesus was at my grandmother’s piano. I learned about His love, His creation, His longsuffering, His love for me and so much more standing next to Electa Lucille while she played her heart to God.
My grandmother didn’t have to ask me to be good or to behave. My love for her, my respect for her, and my adoration for her was all that was required to be obedient to her. It was a natural and desired state of mind to want to please her and make her proud of me. Her unconditional acceptance of me was all I needed to feel complete.
Years later I met another who asked me for the same devotion, the same awe, the same desire to please, the same joy, and the same obedience. I resisted at first. As an adult my emotions and desires as a child hadn’t changed. I still want to feel and know I am loved. It was almost an unrealistic comprehension that anyone could love me as much or more than my grandmother. Then I envisioned my grandmother sitting at her piano, smiling and sometimes a single tear falling down her cheek as she sang “No One Ever Card For Me Like Jesus”. It was then I knew I could trust this Jesus she spoke of with my heart, mind and soul. Electa Lucille led me to Jesus all those years ago, but I never got to tell her.
When I read in John 14:15 and 21:15-17 where Jesus asked, “Do you love Me?”, the deeper meaning takes me back to grandmothers house. My grandmother answered the unspoken question, “Do you love me?” She showed me.
Love is not a feeling we feel without action behind it. Saying the words, “I love you” has no impact on our hearts and lives unless an action that describes that love is demonstrated. There are almost 2600 recordings of the word “do” in the Bible. God’s Word is filled with “do’s” we are to act on. We need to get up and “act out” our obedience, our love, our devotion, our commitment, and our covenant relationship to God. That’s what love does.
We all yearn to hear and feel we are loved. Husbands, Wives, Children, family, ministers, ministers wives, moms, dads, teachers, etc. We all need reminders, often, we are loved. God showed His ultimate love for us through the greatest action ever known in heaven and on earth. Jesus is asking us today, “Do you love Me?”
Electa has been gone for 19 years and I miss her dearly. Her love for me is still in action. We all want to be shown we are loved. Jesus is no different. Jesus’s love is always in action; every blood cleansing day of our lives. To know Him, is to love Him. Keeping His commandments, allows Him to know us.
Electa Lucille 1918 – 2001