Yes , I know this is a business page. Yes I do want to focus on my real estate career. And still, it is a Sunday and sometimes on Sundays, I may just shift my focus here and center my attention to a higher power. No, not the Real Estate Division. I mean God. I don’t expect these posts to be popular, in fact I expect most folks not to make it past the first paragraph. But I will post here from time to time on a Sunday because maybe, just maybe someone needs to read that post that day.
Truth is in my family, we hated Christians when I was growing up. We hated them because our only experience of them was that they would beat us up with their scriptures and tell us how we were bad people and we were condemned to burn in hell for all eternity. Since that was our only experience with them, that is why we wanted nothing to do with them. (By the way, as a Senior Chaplain, I can tell you the proper usage of scripture is to lift people up and not to beat people up.) I even became an atheist at one point and even became a “closet Christian” for years before becoming public with my faith.
So here is the first personal story I will relate about my journey. Every once in a while, I will relate other stories in this series.
It was my senior year in high school. A friend of my parents called us from Texas (about 1,000 miles away from us) one night to tell us that their daughter had given birth but then would not stop bleeding. At the time, the only thing doctors could say is that everybody who ever had this condition always died and it seemed to always be within 3 days. We were heartbroken. We were not prepared for such devastating news.
The next day I was in class at my high school. Suddenly, He spoke to me and said, “It doesn’t have to be that way/” While being in shock and disbelief that this voice from beyond was speaking to me, I was also still just a bit defiant. I said, “What do you want me to do about it?” The next thing I knew, thousands of images were rushing through my brain like a raging river. Torrents of information overwhelming me and almost drowning me in knowledge. I grabbed what I could from the torrent and I did what He asked. It was an intense form of prayer. Unlike anything I had ever seen or heard of before.
That night we got another call from Texas. The doctors said their daughter was better, but of course everybody has always died from this and so it will just take a couple extra days before she dies. So, the next two days I did the exact same thing at the exact same time in the exact same way. The next week she and her baby both went home from the hospital. Now I realize that I didn’t heal her. I was just the tool that He chose to use (I will tell you more on why in another post). I was merely the hammer, someone else was the carpenter.
Now if you read this far, I will let you know that should you need it, please feel free to leave a comment asking for prayer. If you read a comment asking for prayer, please pray for them as well. God bless and see you with another business oriented post tomorrow.
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