Reflection: Tabitha’s Tombstone
Tombstones are telling. The final ‘word’ on a person. Firstly, a name. There is a lot we can deduce from a name. Then the lifespan/dates—that’s usually cut and dried. Then an inscription: Inspirational? Truthful? Embellished? Cliché? Or blank.
Tabitha will one day have a tombstone…but not on the day in the passage. That day, she was raised from the dead. While her reputation is renowned, her influence is about to be multiplied.
Tabitha: female disciple of Christ (a one-off use of the word in the New Testament), kind and industrious in caring for widows and the poor. Knitting people together in love. What a legacy for a seamstress.
She has nurtured community, and her community is effusive in its grief. Through the tears they’re probably composing an appropriate epitaph in honour of her generosity, her productive life and her service to the church.
But Peter prays, she is raised and, when this makes the headlines, many people believe in the Lord.
God uses the life, reputation, death and resurrection of a seamstress to grow his church. And why not? That’s the privilege of a life spent as his disciple. Every little stitch of it.
Prayer:
Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in endless praise, …
Take my hands…my feet…my voice…my intellect…my heart…my wealth…my love…myself. (hymn by Frances Ridley Havergal)