There are times when I’d just like to click my ruby slippers at the heels and bleep out of here! Then I wake up! That would be stupid wouldn’t it! Bleeping out of a perfect job at the center of God’s will.
Lately I have been giving frightful updates of murderous, coke sniffing thugs who would definitely make the cowardly lion faint dead away. I paint pictures of desperation, heart-ache and sadness that would make the tin-man shed a corroding tear.
All of these are real life snapshots but they need not be motive for heel tapping escapes. Those are for empty-headed scare crows who haven’t got a brain. God isn’t hiding behind a silly curtain and rattling and prattling about promises He is not going to fulfilled.
Granted His timing is different and His answers are too. Take this one for example. My wife has recently been praying a much needed Stateside visit. I left her to her petitions and settled for the fact that we would be going in 2013 as previously planned. Though I was doubtful about that trip too because of the tremendous cost of such ventures.
Then it happened and no wands were waved. Ann left a Facebook note saying, “Pray for my parents they need to come to the States...” or something to that effect. It wasn’t an hour later and a good friend had contacted us and our “FIRST CLASS” tickets were on their way.
There was no need to wear the shine off the heels of those glittery Patton-leathers. God did it. He gets the glory and we get to fly.
We are coming home for two months. Why just two? Because we’ll need to get back and help the thugs come to the Savior? Not necessarily. God has that part covered too. Just last week José came back to church.
It was his first time in about two years. He was one of our most promising teens until he got in with the wrong crowd. After having his life threatened at pistol point his perspective is beginning to change and he is trying to make a comeback. Pray for him.
On the walk home from church Sunday morning João Paulo stopped me in mid street and said, “Pastor I need to start coming back to church. I am being followed by two guys who have a pistol and are trying to kill me. I’ll be there this afternoon! Pray for me!”
He didn’t come but his pleas was real. Pray for John Paul that he might find safety in the arms of our Savior.
Sunday afternoon Dawn and I vsited Val. She is a young mom with three sons, her oldest 17) a drug dealer. Her two youngest were found recently the day that Rebeca saw the two coke snorters. Pray for salvation for Val, Gabriel and Lucas!
That’s all for now. Thanks for praying!
Lately I have been giving frightful updates of murderous, coke sniffing thugs who would definitely make the cowardly lion faint dead away. I paint pictures of desperation, heart-ache and sadness that would make the tin-man shed a corroding tear.
All of these are real life snapshots but they need not be motive for heel tapping escapes. Those are for empty-headed scare crows who haven’t got a brain. God isn’t hiding behind a silly curtain and rattling and prattling about promises He is not going to fulfilled.
Granted His timing is different and His answers are too. Take this one for example. My wife has recently been praying a much needed Stateside visit. I left her to her petitions and settled for the fact that we would be going in 2013 as previously planned. Though I was doubtful about that trip too because of the tremendous cost of such ventures.
Then it happened and no wands were waved. Ann left a Facebook note saying, “Pray for my parents they need to come to the States...” or something to that effect. It wasn’t an hour later and a good friend had contacted us and our “FIRST CLASS” tickets were on their way.
There was no need to wear the shine off the heels of those glittery Patton-leathers. God did it. He gets the glory and we get to fly.
We are coming home for two months. Why just two? Because we’ll need to get back and help the thugs come to the Savior? Not necessarily. God has that part covered too. Just last week José came back to church.
It was his first time in about two years. He was one of our most promising teens until he got in with the wrong crowd. After having his life threatened at pistol point his perspective is beginning to change and he is trying to make a comeback. Pray for him.
On the walk home from church Sunday morning João Paulo stopped me in mid street and said, “Pastor I need to start coming back to church. I am being followed by two guys who have a pistol and are trying to kill me. I’ll be there this afternoon! Pray for me!”
He didn’t come but his pleas was real. Pray for John Paul that he might find safety in the arms of our Savior.
Sunday afternoon Dawn and I vsited Val. She is a young mom with three sons, her oldest 17) a drug dealer. Her two youngest were found recently the day that Rebeca saw the two coke snorters. Pray for salvation for Val, Gabriel and Lucas!
That’s all for now. Thanks for praying!
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