Friday, 25 July 2014

SOMEONE ON THE OTHER END OF THE LINE


 

                            SOMEONE ON THE OTHER END OF THE LINE

            I was restless, seeking, searching for more of God.  Deciding to do a personal Bible study, I went to the Christian bookstore in Wiarton, operated by the leader of Women Aglow there.  She directed me to a booklet  “Alive in the Spirit” (I cannot remember the author’s name ), which I began to read. 

            One of the things I learned from the book was that prayer is a two-way conversation.  If I say something to God, He will respond.  As basic as this sounds, it was revolutionary to me at the time.  Up to then, with my solid evangelical training, I would read a chapter of Scripture, sensing what God was saying to me through that Scripture.  I would pray about my concerns, and wait in faith for God to take over in that situation.  But I had no experience of God ‘s actually having a conversation with me.

            Excited to try conversing with God, I woke up early the next morning and listened to hear what He would say.

            Here is what God had on His heart:

            “I wish My children would get along with each other.”

Whether applied to families, the church or the various races created by Him, He was almost plaintively appealing to His children to try to understand others different from themselves.  Like a mother, He loves and understands each one, and wants that one accepted and appreciated.  He grieves over the fighting and misunderstanding which go on when we think everyone should be the same as we are. A doer might have disdain for a dreamer, yet both are created by God for His purposes. 

            I was honoured that God shared His heart with me. 

            He speaks, and the sound of His voice is so sweet, the birds hush their singing…(In the Garden, by C. Austin Miles)

            Since then, I have come to know His voice, and to treasure the intimate words of encouragement and love which He speaks to me alone.  No one else can set me free, with a healing word, from self-condemning thoughts about things done long ago.  No one else calls me “Curly”, the pet name my late husband Rien used to call me, with the same husbandly level of intimacy. 

            Having heard His loving voice, I cannot live without it.

For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given,

and the government shall be on his shoulders.

And he will be called

Wonderful Counselor,

Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)

 

 

Friday, 18 July 2014

A DAUGHTER COMES HOME


 

                                        A DAUGHTER COMES HOME

            Lizz waltzed into my life as an answer to prayer.  I had prayed for a native friend – someone to have coffee with and develop a relationship with.  Soon after that prayer, there was a knock at the back door.

            “Would it be all right for me to do some laundry here?  Gram said I could.”

A native woman with long, straight black hair, looking to be in her late twenties, stood at the door with several giant bags of laundry. 

            “Sure, come on in!” 

I was getting used to the fact that although we were renting, with MCC paying the rent, Verna was still the matriarch of the house and yard.  The washer and dryer were our own.  However, it would be good to help meet a practical need.

            “I’m Lizz, Verna’s granddaughter.  The machine is broken over at Stella’s, and I have three weeks’ worth of laundry.”

            When the machines were both filled, Lizz came up to have coffee.  With a start, I remembered my prayer for a native friend with whom to have coffee.

            “I see you have some magazines in the basement–they’re interesting.”

Magazines? Oh, that series of booklets from an evangelist.  Could Lizz be seeking God?

            After that, Lizz came over often and a friendship developed.  Sensing her spiritual search, we introduced her to Ron, our volunteer co-ordinator, the next time he came.  He was also a pastor, very warm and experienced in ministry. We were all praying for Lizz and sharing the Gospel with her.

            At the next United Church Women’s Bible Study, held this week at Gail’s home, Georgina excitedly blurted out:

            “We have a brand-new baby born-again Christian with us today!”

Who?  Could it possibly be……?

            “Lizz!”

            “Tell us about it, Lizz,” we all begged.

            “Well, “ Lizz ventured shyly, “Our people are taught to go to our elders when we have problems or need advice.  So I went to see Georgina, and received the Lord Jesus Christ into my heart yesterday!”

            How beautiful!  God had sent Lizz to the one elder who had a bold, evangelistic Christian faith:  Georgina, who had had everyone sing the Doxology at her and Jonah’s twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, with no fear of anyone, although Christians were in the minority.

             A daughter had come home! And we had played a small part.  Now it would be our joyful job to help her grow in her new-found faith.

…there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.(Luke 15, 10 NIV)

…Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved…(Acts 16:31 NIV)   

 

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

TANGLED ROOTS


 

                                                    TANGLED ROOTS

            It was Gwen’s idea to get together with Ron, our visiting volunteer co-ordinator, while we had him here, to pray for the people whom we had come to serve.  The five of us- coworkers  Ken and Gwen, Ron, Rien and I met in our living room, after putting the children to bed, to do just that.  We poured out our hearts to the One Who had made us all, the One Who had called us here for His purposes.

            When we pray, sometimes God shows us things.  I remember that I saw a picture of something which at the time I did not understand, but which is profound, and applicable to us all: a ball of tangled roots. 

            Yes, in the natural realm, the tangling of roots, hidden under the ground, can stunt the growth of a plant.  And don’t we all have tangled emotional roots - many issues from the past:  hurts in childhood, addictions, mindsets and behaviours passed down through our family, our own mistakes?  Even things done by our ancestors can affect us today without our being aware of them.  Children of two families on the reserve, for example, were innocent victims of a feud concerning issues long past and an alleged murder a generation earlier.  How wonderful to know that the Lord has deep concern for these wounds, and the knowledge and power to heal.

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,…

…to comfort all who mourn…

…to bestow on them a crown of beauty  instead of ashes,

the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

...They will  rebuild the ancient ruins

and restore the places long devastated…  (Isaiah 61: 1-4 NIV)

 

Friday, 4 July 2014

GOD'S LITTLE JOKE


 

                                                  GOD’S LITTLE JOKE

A small group of women were standing in a circle at Gail’s house, about to close the meeting of the Cape  Croker United Church Women’s Bible Study with prayer.  Lizz’s toddler Beverlee roamed around the living room, waiting for Mommy to take her home for lunch.  Someone asked a question about how God speaks to us: does He thunder out His will, invade our thoughts, speak quietly within, or what?  The discussion delayed our closing, as people gave their opinions, experiences and Scriptures.  The question hung in the air.

            Just then, a booming voice coming from right behind us made us all jump.  Beverlee had inadvertently leaned against the power button on the big stereo, which was at full volume.

            And you say the Lord has no sense of humour?  Sometimes we are too serious for our own good.

A happy heart is good medicine, and a cheerful mind works healing…(Proverbs 17:22, Amplified)

…for the joy of the Lord is your strength. (Nehemiah 8:10 NIV)