Moses never entered the promised land and I don’t expect to.
Nobody owes me anything. God owes me nothing, but every once in awhile He gives me a glimpse, a flash. He used to do it more often. Since I’ve gotten older, apparently I am expected to suck it up and figure it out on my own, but God gave me a flash the other day.
I was invited to tell a group of young nurses about a woman named Cecelia Waggoner. Mrs. Waggoner turned 100 years old earlier this year. She was the woman who started the Department of Nursing at PSU.
Now, I need to be careful when I talk. She was working as part of a system. There was university support for it. If she hadn’t done it, then they would’ve gotten someone else to do it...maybe.
Then again maybe not.
However, that’s not my point. My point is the fact that she did it. The flash I received was in looking at the auditorium of student nurses. There were a couple of hundred there. As I talked to the crowd about her founding the department and working to line up the money for the building, the building that we were all in, it hit me that the students there — and the 500 that are in the program at any one time--are there because of what she did all those years ago.
It made me feel good at the time and the feeling has lingered and grown in the passing of time.
This is because what is true about her is true to a lesser degree for most of us. We all have an effect on those who follow. It’s like a shadow: It grows from us, fanning out like an ice cream cone, small at the tip but getting bigger as you go along.