Archive for April, 2006

Grocery From Heaven

As seen at Purpose Driven Blog by Satu Piispa

On the 19th I wrote like this:

Speaking of “supporting” the household, that is something that God has shown me HE wants to take care of but I’m gonna tell you later about what I mean!

So I’m gonna tell you now what I meant. It was maybe… well in a three weeks time as I was coming home from the store I prayed like “Father, how am I going to feed the kids for the rest of the month? The account is used almost up to the limit and the month isn’t even in half”. (the account at the grocery store had only 4-5 euros left for the rest of the month) The very evening a friend of mine called that he’d like to stop by, just visit. I hadn’t said ANYTHING to him about my situation but when he came, he stood with a huge grocery bag behind the front door!!! Mind you that he had never done anything like that. THANK YOU GOD!!! applause

The very same thing happened when the other day when the kids were spending the weekend with their dad I said to God: “I’d like to save money so that it’s enough for the coming week and NOT to go buy any food more for myself for the weekend. But I would need e.g. bread or rolls and milk and if I’d get some ice cream that’d be an EXTRA bonus”!

Well, what happened was that in ten minutes my sister in Christ stood behind the front door with a grocery bag…. Ain’t this wonderful?

My Father sees everything and HE DOES TAKE CARE OF HIS FAMILY LIKE HE HAS PROMISED!!!!! heart

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True Story found at Our Devotions

This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC.

There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist.
His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester
attempting to prove that God couldn’t exist.
His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic.
For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him.

Sure, some had argued in class at times,
but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.

At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students,
”If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up!”
In twenty years, no one had ever stood up.
They knew what he was going to do next.
He would say,
”Because anyone who believes in God is a fool.
If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking.
Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can’t do it.”
And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of
the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces.
All of the students would do nothing but stop and stare.
Most of the students thought that God couldn’t exist.
Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through,
but for 20 years, they had Been too afraid to stand up.

Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll.
He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor.
He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid.
But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage
to stand up no matter what the professor said, or what the class thought.

Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith…he hoped.
Finally, the day came.
The professor said,
”If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!”
The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked,
as he stood up at the back of the classroom.

The professor shouted,
”You FOOL!!!
If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!”
He proceeded to drop the chalk,
but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff onto the pleat of his pants,
down his leg, and off his shoe.
As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken.

The professor’s jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk.
He looked up at the young man, and then ran out of the lecture hall.
The young man who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room
and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour.
300 students stayed and listened as he told of God’s love for them and
of His power through Jesus.

God-incidence or co-incidence?

I found this post by Kathy Carlton Willis at I’m Living Out Loud

Have you ever had a divine appointment, and knew 100% for sure that God’s hand was on the situation? I’ve had several of those in my lifetime, and each time, I am amazed by the power of God. This week, I asked a friend to add an e-mail link to my online blog, so that readers could contact me. During the same moments she was setting it up, an old friend of mine stumbled across my blog on the internet. Not knowing how to contact me, he left a comment on the site, from David R. I read the comment and my heart pounded with excitement. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a childhood friend of mine. Confirmation came in the form of an e-mail from David Rubemeyer, within minutes of when Carmen had placed the e-mail link on the site. I’m not sure what made me want to place the link on that day. We had been toying with the idea for a month or so. And who knows why Carmen found time at that exact moment to add the link. But the end result was the reunion of two childhood friends – a brother was found!

Read the rest of her post here.

Recovery Times

Found at: http://www.recoverytimes.com/ginci.html by Bill A.

I came to it one Sunday morning twenty-four years ago, just like every other morning: hung-over. Sunlight streamed through the window, nudging me awake. “Ugh,” I grunted. Too sick to move, my head ached like a thumb hit by a hammer. As I tried to piece together the night before, and the day or two before that, the thought haunted me that the blackouts, which for the last few months had progressed from occasional to inevitable, were a symptom of – not alcoholism, no, never that – insanity. “That is it,” I said to myself out loud, “I’m nuts.” How else could it be explained? I never considered alcoholism. After all, I wasn’t a skid row bum. The power of that realization – that I was out of control, utterly unable to change my situation – overwhelmed me.

Soaked with sweat, I glanced from my bed through the window at the annoyingly beautiful spring day and mumbled to nothing in particular, “If there is a God, please help me”. I had absolutely no expectation that anything would come of that request. I just didn’t know what else to do. Without exaggeration, less than a minute later there was a loud knock on my door. I did what I usually do when confronted by something unpleasant: I ignored it. Too sick to move, I assumed silence would send whomever it was a message: Bill’s not here. A louder. more insistent knock soon followed. I winced. in my condition I could hear my eyelids move. Moments later another, even louder, knock. A voice said, “I know you are in there”. Then the voice started pounding on the door. I struggled to my feet and shuffled toward the voice. By the time I reached the door I knew it belonged to my landlady, Norma. As I inched open the door I could see that she was angry. “I been watching you, boy,” Norma said in a thick West Texas drawl. She stepped closer and lightly poked her finger in my chest. “I know what you’re up to, boy. You’re an alky-holic” she said with a deepening frown. “I know, I been watching you.” She narrowed her gaze as if watching a bug crawl across my face. “My son’s an alky-holic; so are you”.

My coming and going, my stumbling and slurred speech, were routine. Once reserved for weekends and after-work carousing, since I had lost my last job as a till-dipping bartender, my drinking had been constant. “My boy dont drink no more”, Norma said. “He goes to Alky-holics Anonymous”. I glanced down the hall to see if any neighbors had heard. “He goes to Alky-holics Anonymous, and he dont drink”, Norma repeated as if I hadn’t heard her. Then she looked at me as if I had told her water was wet and said, “You need to go to Alky-holics Anonymous, boy”. I began to protest with a contrived excuse about family illness. Surely she’s deluded, I thought. No way am I going to some Salvation Army soup kitchen. “You’d better go to one of them meetings, today”, she said. “Or I’m evicting you first thing come morning”. She paused. “And I want proof you went. Bring me one of them Big Books”. I wondered how big this book might be, and whether I’d need anyone to help me carry it.

After Norma had her say, she focused one of her most piercing, laser-like stares at me turned and walked away. I stood in my doorway relieved she had left, and shuddered. “Yeah, right”. I closed the door as Norma walked down the hall. By this time of day Dallas convenience stores were selling beer and wine – no hard liquor on Sunday. I knew if I had one beer there would be an eviction for sure, because my next move would be more beer. As usual, I put on my cleanest clothes, checked the phone book for the nearest AA address, and promised myself I would poke my head in the door so I could tell Norma what I saw and see about one of those Big Books she mentioned. I don’t remember much about my first AA meeting. But I clearly recall being handed a Big Book by a guy named Cecil, someone I couldn’t imagine would have anything in common with me. Me: a slick transplant from New York City; Cecil: a TV repairman from a rural Texas burg. But I couldn’t help staring at him as he spoke. It was as if he had been reading my mail. He described what happened to him, how he felt, and it was me. Cecil told my story – and except for minor changes of scenery and actors – his story was mine, and mine was Cecil’s. I’d like to tell you I’ve been sober since my first AA meeting years ago. But the fact is that I wasn’t “ready to be ready”. Yet Cecil made such an impression that I kept coming back until I eventually got it, and began to enjoy the sober life that millions of desperate alcoholics have come to know. I’ve heard it said that God works through people. And that there are no coincidences, only “God-incidences”. I believe that. In fact, I suspect God just might have a bit of a west Texas drawl.

Going Full Circle

Have you ever had that experience when you’ve known someone for a time, lost touch and then years later you meet up with that person again? It makes you feel like you’ve come back to where you were all that time ago.

That happened to me today. Twelve years ago in the first year of my business I did work for a man whose office wasn’t far from mine. For a while we kept in touch but then I lost track of him – he’d shifted offices but I didn’t know where to and he dropped off my mailing list.

Three weeks ago I got an email from the Pastor of my church introducing the name of the man who would head the business ministry in our church – the name was the same as the man I did work for 12 years ago. I knew instantly it had to be the same guy as his name is quite unusual. But I had no idea he was a Christian and he wouldn’t have known it of me either – guess it was just something we didn’t talk about then.

Today we had our first business ministry meeting at my home and Richard and I were able to be re-acquainted and explain to the others there that we had met many years ago. It felt in some ways that I’d gone full circle and I feel confident that I’ll be working with this man again – not for him as in the past, but for God, with him and the others. The others also shared stories that showed all 5 of us had travelled paths that taught us similar lessons and had now brought us all together.

After this morning’s meeting I couldn’t help feeling excited – a new chapter is birthing in my life and along with it, will be many of the business people I’ve dealt with on and off over the years – all of whom have migrated to the same church. I was amazed as I went through the church directory today because I thought I only knew up a handful of people but there were 23 and all were business connections! And there may be others I haven’t yet discovered. God’s got something cooking….. KMT

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