Oral Roberts told of a missionary doctor in a third-world clinic who removed cataracts from a blind man’s eyes and restored his sight. A few weeks later, the doctor was surprised to see 48 more blind men coming towards the clinic. Each one held onto a rope which was guided by the man who had recently gotten his sight back. He had led them on the rope 250 miles from one of the interior provinces to the doctor who was able to help nearly all of them get their sight back.
The first blind man came to the doctor, put his trust in him, and received his sight. He then went out to share his healing and to lead other blind men to the same doctor for help. Get the message?
Every day we are surrounded by people who are blinded by sin, without hope. Jesus, the Great Physician, has opened our blind eyes so that we can walk in His light and help lead other spiritually blind men and women to Christ so that they, too, can be healed.
Father, use me like that!
I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long;
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.
I know I shall see in His beauty
The King in whose law I delight;
Who lovingly guards all my footsteps,
And gives me a song in the night.
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
His child and forever I am.
No one says it better.
Redeemed how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child, and forever, I am.
Redeemed and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me does continually dwell.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded.
I have this magnetic device to help me make decisions. There is a ball bearing suspended from a hard wire attached to a frame attached to a base that has simple answers on it, like: Yes, No, Maybe, Ask your Mother, Definitely No, etc. There are magnets under each answer, so when the ball is set into motion it wobbles from one answer to another for quite a while before it finally settles on one specific answer. Its kind of like a Magic 8 Ball, and just as accurate.
I was playing that a bit last week with my 5-year kindergartner granddaughter, Ruby. She asked it a question and we set it in motion. The ball plays off one magnet after another, first this way, then that. It was at that point that Ruby reached up to stop the ball. I held her hand back and told her to wait. Her patience ran out and reached again. I had to hold her arms down to keep her from intercepting the delayed answer she longed for.
Isn’t that just like us Christians? We ask God for directions, and then we jump in and do what we want to do before God has a chance to confirm it. We’re just like Ruby, chomping at the bit to get in there and discover our own destiny instead of finding God’s destiny for us. Kids teach us great spiritual lessons if we’ll listen.
In his book The Advantage, Patrick Lencioni told the following story: “After a recent loss, a thirteen-year-old boy on my son’s soccer team said to me, ‘Well, I don’t feel like I lost.’ ‘Really?’ I asked him. ‘How do you figure?’
He proudly announced, ‘Well, I’m a forward, and we forwards did our part by scoring three goals. It’s really the defense that lost the game because they gave up too many goals. They’re the losers.’
I kindly pointed out to him how absurd his reasoning was, not only because there is only one score for the team, but because every player on the field plays defense, though perhaps on different parts of the field. Even a forward plays a role in preventing the other team from scoring by making it difficult for the opponent’s defense to organize an attack…The kid smiled and acknowledged the ridiculousness of his original remark.
The church only loses when we let it lose. Our attitude needs to be that we will not allow the Lord’s church be a loser. Everyone plays defense at times, and everyone plays offense at times. We win or we lose together, and I intend to win for the Lord’s glory.
I am researching for a family history book I’m writing for Anita’s side of the family. I had found a note from another researcher that said this Peter Ault fought in the War of 1812 in Capt. McElroy’s Rifle Company, but there was no source stated. I’ve been on a lot of wild goose chases based on other people’s faulty research, so I needed to verify this was true, and then research the Captain’s company in the war.
The term “Rifle Company” usually is used for active duty military. So, I searched the Roster records of all US Army units in the War of 1812, but could not find Peter Ault or Capt. McElroy. So I found a 1916 copy of a book online that was a roster of all militia units in Ohio. That required scrolling through page by page, and line by line, several hours of work. When I finally got to the end of the book I found him: Private Peter Ault serving under Captain James McElroy, from October 1812-January 1813. There were no big battles that occurred during that time period in central Ohio, so I think he never participated in any conflicts.
Sometimes, the heroes in life aren’t the ones that fight in the visible battles, but the ones who support those that are fighting. That’s the value of prayer. I so appreciate the men and women in our church who are prayer warriors behind the scenes. No one thinks of them as heroes, but I do. Wars can be lost because of lack of support. You don’t have to be a Medal of Honor winner, just be prepared to serve.
I just had an interesting experience that was a first in my life. We were concluding the memorial service for George Panos at the church this morning. We had a plan all worked out and in print. When I finished my message and final prayer I sat down and two US Navy men stood at the front. That was the signal for the Auburn American Legion to do the 21-gun salute and taps. That was our plan.
But just then an older gentleman stood and signaled he wanted to say something, so I nodded approval. He began to sing a song in Greek. I presume it was like a ‘God be with you ’til we meet again’ song. It was beautiful, appropriate, and a tribute to George, whose family immigrated to America from Greece when he was three. But it wasn’t part of our plan, so mid way through his song the 21-guns went off and taps were played. The Legion did not know what was happening inside the building.
I’ve always tried to make room in funerals or weddings for cultural differences, but this was a surprise. Sometimes we need to let God intercept our plan with His surprises. Maybe you are about to be interrupted. God’s plan might be better than your plan. Keep your cool and see what happens.