Broken Hallelujahs

Today, at church, the pastor announced that a woman who is around my age (maybe not as old) had broken her leg. I wondered how that could have happened, and after church, there she was in the narthex, so I asked her. She said she slipped and fell on the icy parking lot. And I thought of all the times that almost happens around here in the winter and all the times it actually does happen but no bones get broken. It was something how soon everyone was gathered around her asking about her prognosis and so on, the softball team wanted her good for the season, and the lady who helped her up felt bad that she didn't do more. It turned in to a real chorus of concern, and God's light was shining through even in this simple moment.