One of the things about being on a journey with Christ is that more often than not we do not see the direct results of our ministries. It’s only over time that we begin to glimpse the quiet results of a prayer or a sermon or a class taught or, most often, a forgotten comment or gentle touch.
So I want to tell about a woman whose quiet ministry of prayer and service has had such abundant fruit in the Kingdom of God.
Cheryl Quintero was one of the first persons I met when I was called as rector of St. Mary’s. I remember her greeting me with a loaf of homemade bread and a smile and kind word.
Cheryl has many gifts, but I consider her greatest is her gift of prayer. In the tradition of the Jerusalem women whose lives were considered a prayer, much of what she does is prayer in action.
Cheryl moved from Texas over ten years ago and has been living in Montana. In her Christmas letter, she told me that she would be visiting Cypress in February, so I wasn’t expecting her when I heard her voice speaking down the hall from my office the last week of January. I jumped from my chair and ran to greet her. She had only recently arrived in Texas, and she and her husband had stopped in for a quick visit to St. Mary’s.
Are you like me that sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss someone until you see them again after a period of absence? Cheryl is in town for a month to visit family, and since she’s been here, she’s made St. Mary’s her church home. It is as a see her once again in worship, at meetings, and Bible studies that I am reminded how very, very much I’ve missed her prayer-filled presence and support.
Last Sunday, Cheryl came with cake to visit the Junior Daughters of the King, our ministry of prayer and service for the girls of our parish. Our Junior Daughters chapter is not named for one of the more well known Saints of the Church but the Cheryl Quintero Jr. DOK in honor of her ministry at St. Mary’s (she was one of the first Daughters of the King when it began at St. Mary’s over fifteen years ago). The girls had never met Cheryl, and meeting her was a reminder that saints of God are ordinary people, too. She had brought bookmarks for each girl with the Aaronic blessing written on the back:.