Amazing

This past Monday, I saw something that reminded me that God is amazing.

My wife and I showed up at our church cafe' to help serve a prime rib meal to a group of single mom's who where living in a woman's shelter. Two business guys and their wives who attend our church felt Jesus leading them to hold a monthly meal for these dear ladies and their children. This event is truly a God thing. I'm so proud of these families who have gone out of their way to provide an exquisite meal for these dear people who are experiencing great difficulty.

When we arrived at the church, the cafe' was abuzz with activity. A meal was being prepared for about 30 to 40 people. The prime rib smelled awesome. I asked how we could help. Jake Huff, one of the guys who leads this meal told me that he wanted us to go out and sit down and just chat with these women. That sounded simple.

At first, I walked around not knowing how to engage in conversation. I felt like an idiot. Finally, I sat down with four women and began to ask them questions. The conversation was forced and uncomfortable at first but then things began to loosen up. One young woman explained to me that she had to be assisted into the building because she had a condition that required chemo-therapy. In the process of receiving chemo, her hip sockets had degenerated and she was now facing a double hip replacement at the age of twenty. I asked, "Can we pray for you?" She said, "No". She realized I was startled by her response and then said, "Well, at least not here."

As we continued our conversation, the love of God began to fall on me. She told me that the day before, a friend of hers had spoken to her and said, "God's going to get you!" She explained to me that she was terrified of what that meant. She indicated that she probably deserved everything that was happening in her life. Without thinking, I stood up and said, "I know what that means." I reached out to her, drew her head to my chest and held her. She is younger than my own children and I felt deep compassion for her. I could feel her weeping. I explained to her that God loved her deeply and was not angry with her.

After they had finished eating, I asked her again, "Can we pray for you?" This time it was a very quick "Yes". I asked a friend to help her to a soft chair. She was barely able to walk as she hobbled to a little corner of the cafe'. She had left her crutches at the woman's shelter. She need so much help.

Once she was seated, a group of people from our church surrounded her and asked if they could place their hands on her. (I am so proud of my church) She agreed and we began to pray. We prayed for what seemed like about five minutes, calling on our God to show His mercy and power. I asked, "Is there anything happening?" She said, "I don't know." I assured her that it OK and we wanted her to be honest with us. We continued to pray and after another few minutes I asked her again, "Are you experiencing anything?" She moved her left leg and suddenly tears began to stream down her face. She was not making a sound but it was as if her eyes had sprung a leak. I have never seen so many tears. She said, "It feels better." Our faith was now strengthened.

We took another few minutes and prayed, asking God to demonstrate his love and mercy, commanding the body to come in line with His will. Again, we stopped and I said, "How's it going?" Before she could answer, someone in the group said, "Maybe you should stand up." She winced expecting great pain and then rose to her feet as easily as a normal twenty year old. Her first words were, "Oh my gosh!" She raised up on her tip toes and again said, "Oh my gosh!" More tears as she lifted each of her knees as if marching....."Oh my gosh!" Suddenly, I heard myself whisper to myself, "Oh my gosh!" She walked around the cafe' with a big smile. Her friends were visibly stirred by what had happened.

I have seen God heal before but this was dramatic. God's love had penetrated a broken, fearful heart and brought the gift of healing to his young woman. That night, two things happened to me. First, I fell in love with my God all over again. Second, I am re-enlisting in the mission to equip an army of fully devoted disciples of Jesus who extend God's Kingdom by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Hydroplane

I had an unusual experience yesterday morning. I had gotten up early so I could drive in to our church to join some friends at a prayer meeting. I was running late. Before leaving, I had a few things to do. My morning regiment includes feeding our three border collies, three horses and our one barn cat. I rushed through the chores. I had to gather all the things I needed for the day. I had to fix a cup of coffee for my trip into town. As I gathered my stack of stuff, I realized I didn't have my wallet. I searched and searched and became frustrated. Finally I had to wake up my wife because she knows where everything is located in our house. I praise God for this wonderful gift He has given her. She told me my wallet was on our dryer where I had left it the night before. I finally got in my car and headed into town.

A few inches of snow had fallen that night and the road was a little slick and slushy. But I was focused on getting to the prayer meeting and I was determined to get there on time. I was hustling as usual.

I had driven for four minutes when suddenly, my car began to hydroplane. The back end of my car began to slide around to the front. I steered into the slide like they teach you in Driver's Ed but nothing would correct this situation. My brakes didn't work. I could not steer the car. I was out of control. I slid down the pavement backwards for what felt like a mile or two. (It was probably 50 feet) Then I could feel the car slide across the center line and toward the ditch on the opposite side of the road. I am now watching the forward progress of my car through my rear view mirror. As my car began to move toward the ditch, just another fifty feet down the road I spotted a light pole coming toward me. I'm going, "Oh crap...Jesus help me".

By the time I reached the light pole, I was going about five miles per hour but I struck the light pole with my rear passenger side door. My car spun around at impact and I ended up in a shallow ditch with coffee spilled all over my clothes. I sat there for a moment, coffee dripping off my eye brow trying to figure out what had happened and then it occurred to me. "Dan, you've got to slow down. You've got to take time to live. This pace is not healthy."

I write to my dear friends who are reading this blog. I want to encourage you. Slow down. Give yourself the gift of time to read and pray more in the quietness of the solitary moments of your life. Take time to listen to God's voice. Leave more time to "be still and know that I am God". Make time to watch your kids grow up. enjoy your spouse and your closest friends. Coffee is not meant to drip from your eye brows but to be shared with friends in loving conversation. Don't hydroplane through live. Life is so precious.