I don’t know which word describes how I feel. Maybe it’s both. When you pray for something and God answers that prayer with what you asked for, do you ever feel surprised? Or are you in awe that He did it?
A week ago, we began another cycle of GriefShare (www.griefshare.org) sessions at my church. Interested people may pre-register online on our church website. As of the eve of the first session, no one had pre-registered for the class. That’s not too surprising because our society does not like to sign-up for things anymore. I understand that, but it does make it difficult in knowing how to prepare materials, drinks, etc. for the class.
In the first session, I knew my facilitator would be absent due to a work conflict. So, I went to the church wondering if I would be the only one there. I was surprised when two young ladies walked in to join the class. As I talked with them, it was apparent they were both hurting deeply and I was glad that my church has this ministry to help the hurting.
Last night was our second session. I knew my facilitator would be joining me and a lady from the church said she would be there. When they arrived, I was pleased to have them. And then the two young ladies came and right behind them were two more people that was a complete surprise to me. The last two drove about 25 miles one way to be there.
I was asked what was the minimum amount of folks required to have a class. My answer was one, but even if no one signed up, we would be there each week to pray and to study and to be available if someone should walk in.
Is it a matter of faith or lack of faith? Is it a matter of being available to be used by God? Or is it an excitement to seeing Him in action?
“Jesus said to him, “If you can believe all things are possible to him who believes.” Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” Mark 9:23-24 NKJV
Just a quick word to give some explanation for being absent from this blog.
On December 27th, I had surgery on both of my knees to repair torn meniscus and to remove as much arthritis as possible. The recovery has restricted my ability to get upstairs to my study, which is where my laptop is located. Therefore, I haven’t been able to do what I truly like to do, which is to write.
I am getting stronger and my mind has a couple of things that I have been wanting to write. I’m hoping to be able to do that soon. Until then…
Yesterday, I had a most wonderful present! I was privileged to get to be with small children on Christmas day.
To you that may be normal or insignificant, but to me it was special. It was a first for me. It was something that always seemed to be missing in my life.
Oh the joy it gave me to watch and interact with these precious little ones as they showed me their Christmas gifts. A shark boat, a magic set, special color art pencils, and an adorable Minnie Mouse dress. They would say, “Hey, Steve, look at my…. Or Watch this!” The shy Minnie Mouse would look at me from the top of the stairs with her little face between the banisters, with her blond hair and blue eyes only to say, “BOO!” Baby brother was ready for a nap and preferred to be in his Grammie’s arms.
Why was this so special to me? Because it gave me a taste of what it must be like to be a Grandfather. Something that I never thought would happen and may never happen again. But yesterday, I got the taste, the sweet taste of the joy of being with children on Christmas. What a blessing!!
I was studying my Sunday school lesson, this evening. The subject was about being diligent in our stewardship of what God has allowed us to have. The subject covered more than just money.
The title of the second point was “Carelessness Leads To Disaster!” (by Greg Keenen). The scripture reference was from Proverbs 10:4-5 (by King Soloman). Continue reading
I have been concerned about a spirit of intolerance in our country. I’m aware of the political differences and the impatience of even listening to a thought that may be different than your own. I’m aware there is a movement to restrict our free speech by attaching labels (racist, misogynist, xenophobic, etc.) to someone in order to try to silence a discussion. Continue reading
I’m at an awkward place in my life.
There are two dates coming up shortly, that represents painful memories for me. The first date is this coming Sunday. My church is having its annual Thanksgiving dinner after the evening service. Two years ago, Terrie wasn’t feeling well and didn’t make it for the service or to the dinner. I went alone and felt alone. Seeing family and friends sitting together, laughing, and having a good time was difficult for me. Continue reading
I’ve been pondering a question that was asked by Dr. Paul David Tripp in his video series entitled “JONAH: You Can’t Outrun Grace”. His question was “Do you share God’s heart?”
I’m sure I’ve heard the question, in one form or another in my nearly forty years of being a Christian, but in the context it was presented, which was Jonah running from God and God not giving up on him, the question seemed to germinate in me and forced me to examine how I look upon and react to others. Continue reading
Saturday was a beautiful start to November. A bright sunny day with the temperatures in the mid-70’s and a light breeze from the North.
I had the usual Saturday duties to perform: laundry, haircut, drug store, lunch, studying and then grocery shopping.
I thought I wanted a Burger King Whopper with cheese and a chocolate shake for lunch. That could have carried me past supper time and even to breakfast. Continue reading
Sunday morning, I was sitting in the church auditorium waiting for the service to begin. As people started coming in, a father and his two small sons joined me on my row. The boys started walking toward me and when they were near, I bent over and gave each of them a hug. They then turned and walked back to their father. They looked over their shoulders at me as they were walking and smiled at me.
I can’t tell you what that 30 second exchange did for me, other than it refreshed me and made my heart very happy. What a precious moment.
As a result, the following day, I wrote these words:
How to avoid bitterness, a cold heart, and dismay: Give/Get a hug from a small child. Cherish their little arms and hands holding on to you. Allow their sweet smile and gleaming eyes renew the hope within you. It washes all the bad from you.
There may be some days you feel like your nothing more than a pinata and the Lord will bring to you a innocent, sweet child to remind you that not everyone wants to hit you with a stick. Take courage, my friend!