No photograph can capture or express the power of prayer we have been experiencing in our meetings over the last month. In the face of hard trials and painful circumstances the body of Christ has rallied together to seek God. We have met in early morning hours and have stayed late through night vigils. All I can say after this month of such earnest intense seeking, is that God hears His people when they cry.
This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles Psalm 34:6
We have cried out with all our hearts and Jesus has come to NCF church and has begun to pour out His love through our hearts. Experiencing the raw power of the Love of God is not just some sweet thing but is a wrenching and tearing away as we sense God’s broken heart and passion for those who are perishing or those suffering right now for the cause of Jesus Christ. When it seems time has stood still at the altar and no one wants to leave of say Amen, then the earnest intense longings of His Spirit begins to penetrate into every hidden inner place and stamp His image there.
After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly Acts 4:31
Our Bhutanese friend is so proud of the sunflowers that surround their home. Our city is rapidly filling with refugee people coming to find a new life here. All our lives we have been told that the mission field begins just outside the doors of the church. How true it has become!
But how can they call on him to save them unless they believe in him? And how can they believe in him if they have never heard about him? And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them? And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? That is why the Scriptures say, “How beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news!” Romans 10:14-15
Our Pastor recently returned from another missions trip to the northern border region of India. I was so privileged to go a few years ago but on this time around could only support in prayer. These children are in truth the greatest riches of India and greatly valued by God. When we go in the love of Christ to serve we will discover how precious it is to be a small part of God’s big family!
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7
No matter what others think or what trials we are going through, God has promised to be our fortress and a very present help in our times of trouble…
For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all.Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. Romans 8:24-25
This week one of my close friends has slipped into the presence of Jesus. Glenn is now seeing with his own eyes what we are hoping one day to see, He is walking now after almost thirty years confined physically to his bed by MS. In the last 18 years I knew him Glenn was always cheerful. No matter who came into his room he would try his best to be a friend, to put the focus on others and to be a light for Jesus. I know Glenn touched the hearts of everyone who came to be his helpers. God used him through the years of his helplessness to help many to find faith in a loving God who never abandons us. Today, Glenn is flying or running or doing whatever His Savior chooses. He has crossed the finish line and has won his race.
But for those of us still here in Heaven’s waiting room our part is more than simply staying the course. We aren’t here just to wait life out, seated, looking at the magazines and glancing at our watches. No! God has called us for much more than that kind of waiting. We are waiting in hope! We rest in the fact that though we have never seen the things of eternity, they are as real as the rain that falls from our sky today or the sun that peeks over our horizon this morning. So though we may have to look through a window misted over with sufferings and struggles, we can wait with patient hope. We have God’s faithful promises and we have the opportunity just as Glenn did – to share them with anyone who God sends our way.
These Coreopsis remind me of a school room full of children jumping over each other to get their faces into the photograph. Maybe they are each saying…”Hi Mom! Look at me!”
Maybe flowers are the brushstrokes by which God paints us a picture of His joy…
Yes, there will be an abundance of flowers and singing and joy! The deserts will become as green as the mountains of Lebanon, as lovely as Mount Carmel or the plain of Sharon Isaiah 35:2
Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow…
Nothing says September to me like the Hydrangea in it’s fullest bloom! It calls to mind walking to school, the smell of new books, and longing to stand on tip-toe just to catch a glimpse of what is on the other side of the hill. Some say I am already there on that other side but in my heart is still the young boy wondering what will be.