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Archive for November, 2012

A friend in need is a friend indeed … an invitation to friendship from a loving God – Praise report

A few days ago I posted a story about a man I had stopped for on the streets, a man who was lonely, depressed, and alone … an intelligent, artistic man in need …

I had stopped and prayed for him in the middle of a hectic Saturday morning.  I had prayed for hope, joy, peace, for a community to come around him, for friendships … and I had realised that we (my husband and I and others if they wanted to come on the journey with us) needed to be community to him …

Well I posted my story, and although I had much work to do, and although I usually spent time with God during my son’s kindy hours, I felt to pop up the street and buy a take away coffee.  Then and not later, although “later” was more “logical” …

I looked at my watch and it was 11.10 … I had about 10 minutes for a coffee pick up and I would be back with 2 hours left to get some work completed … I could even fit in a soak.

God had other plans!

I jumped into the car and drove around the corner and as I drove I saw a familiar outline.  I had been set up by a loving God … it was the man I had stopped for on Saturday and I knew there and then I was buying him a coffee … I would be “eating in”.

I ditched my plans and drove into a park right in front of the coffee shop, walked down the street smiling, and said “hello I had just been thinking about you” …

He smiled, and said he had been planning to call to return the CDs I had lent him … which, he said, he had found very interesting.

I invited him to come and have a coffee.  He said he didn’t have any money.  I said “it’s my shout”  … and agreeing, he walked somewhat shyly down the street with me into the store.

We sat and talked for well over an hour.  I was aware of timing, but I was also aware of the fact that God was clearly up to something in his life … 

He was extending an invitation of friendship … “a friend in need is a friend indeed” … God is always our friend in need … and so He is always a friend indeed and … in deed!

I could see clearly that God was pursuing Him, and said so a few times throughout our conversation.  I started to tell him how I had seen him the other day … full of hope, his face shining, with joy, as I had prayed for him … that who he had been was no longer relevant, not God’s design for him, but for far more than what he could see as the future … I repeated that if God could do for Graham Cooke and for David Wagner what He had done then He could do it again for him … God is no respecter of persons!

He told me how he had started to feel hope and as he did he started to sit upright and he stared straight into my face.  He told me how he had made a friend two days prior and I pointed out that this was answered prayer, that the prayer, which had been in line with God’s heart for him was for community to surround him … and he agreed, recognising the “coincidence” of the new friendship he had forged within 24 hours of me releasing God’s will in heaven for him onto earth through my prayer on Saturday …

I left him on an “up” note … for we had discussed some pretty heavy stuff during our chat … and as we stood on the pavement saying goodbye he asked if I lived in the area.  I responded that yes we did, just around the corner, but that he did not have to track us down, we were not going to shake him off … and that he did not have to wait on the street to “bump” into us, but that we would meet again and that he would meet my husband … for I knew beyond a doubt that we too were called to be community to him, and to others, and I “saw” him again, beyond my own fears, and knew that he could and he would be transformed by God’s love, just as myself, Graham Cooke and David Wagner had been … if he chose to accept the invitation of friendship that God was so clearly giving him … and I knew that if he did accept God’s invitation of friendship he would see again and again that …

God is Good!

Saturday morning rush … stopping for the one …

I sensed there would be a park to the left … but for some unfathomable reason I drove straight … I looked … there was a park there and I had missed it and the car in front of me took the one I had my eye on …

“Blow!”

I drove up well past where I needed to go for bread and the much-needed coffee.  I had a frantic morning of drop offs, collecting clothes, getting food for children, and pick ups from ballet before I headed back to the conference at church, a 30 plus minute drive away …

As I pulled into the park in front of the post office I wondered if there would be a God assignment … and I recalled the treasure hunt God encounter from a couple of years before … there was no-one there … I shrugged, figuring God knew I was way too busy to stop anyway …

I quickly headed up to the stores I needed to visit, got my “stuff” and walked briskly back … forgetting the thoughts of before, focused on getting my coffee home so I could relish a little bit of chocolate that was sitting on my kitchen bench before I started the whole crazy pace of life again …

As I approached the post office I noticed a man sitting in the sunshine, he looked homeless, so I started praying for him as I strode firmly towards my car … warm coffee in hand, relishing the thought of maybe 10 minutes on my own with a little piece of chocolate and coffee … but as I prayed for this stranger I knew that God wanted me to stop, go back to him and offer to pray … it was time to stop for the one …

I turned, walked up to him smiling and excused my interruption.  I explained I was a Christian and had felt that I should offer to pray, and told him that rather than walk past him and pray for him privately, I was to stop for him at that moment …

He looked and said “yes”, so I asked for his hand and as he looked up at me he gently said would I please sit by his side …

I did a quick mummy calculation … time to sit? … I had two children to collect, 10 minute drive there, clothes to collect from home, food to get ready, children had to be changed …

I sat.

I knew the children would be safe, the chocolate would be nearly as good without the coffee, and giving my time here was of eternal benefit, as compared with my own strong desire to steal 10 minutes on my own.

It was God’s heart.

He started to tell his story …

He was Polish, had fought in a war, seen people die, was lonely, was divorced, and had sat here friendless day after day watching people … happy people … walk past him and never stopping … no-one loved him he said …

I looked into his eyes and said,

“Well God does!  He asked me to stop for you.  I was praying for you as I walked past, but He said to stop for you because He loves you …”

And I prayed, in the sunshine, holding the hand of a dishevelled and broken stranger, drinking coffee as I sat on a bench outside our local post office …

I prayed and searched God for the words, for the insight … and all I could think of was to pray for Peace, for a sense of God’s love to flow into him, for Hope and for Joy … I prayed for friends and companionship, and that he would know and sense the Holy Spirit, that he would feel God and know he was never alone …

He told me more of his story …

He no longer saw friends, suffered with depression, he had been raised a Catholic, but he had given it the … flick … (and he gestured violently with his arms) … and in rebellion against his father he had joined the army and flung himself out of planes … he had been married and had a child who he never saw … he would sit on this bench and no-one would stop … “but you did” he said …

I felt God prompt me to give him my husband’s mobile number … I did … and we chatted briefly about the testimonies I had heard from David Wagner at the conference and how David had been suicidal but he couldn’t successfully kill himself … he said he had tried to kill himself too … I then told him some of Graham Cooke’s story (click here for testimony) and he relished the testimonies of two men one so damaged and broken as a young boy who had tried to kill himself so many times the other also broken as a young boy and running from the law … and how both had become full of a loving God, working miracles and signs and wonders and how they were fully whole … his eyes lit up at the possibilities …

I mentioned church, and gave the details but I knew that was too much of a step for him … I knew I had to invite him into my world … our world, instead … I didn’t want to I had befriended mentally ill people before, and I knew it could be an intense experience … and anyway … he was a man … not my job …

I then felt God prompt me to give him the CD pack I had in my bag for a friend.  It was a Bill Johnson CD pack called Enduring Faith.  The first CD had been recorded a week or two prior to Bill Johnson’s father dying and the second CD had been recorded the week after … it was a powerful and strong message of faith when it appears the victory is gone …

I argued with God. 

These CD’s were for my friend.  I had promised to lend them to her.  They had our surname written on them, and our home phone number.  I had given him my husbands first name.  He could work out where we lived.  He was a stranger, a man, I have young children … the thoughts flooded my mind … the fears, the “what ifs” …

I listened again … and I gave him the CDs …

As I left him smiling on the bench in the sunshine he told me he had planted tomatoes and they were growing on his balcony (he wasn’t homeless after all) … and he was looking forward to the crop … I could see he had caught some hope … and he said he would sit there again and wait to see if I would walk past again some time soon …

I jumped into my car, with the thoughts rushing through my head of what I needed to accomplish next, and as I drove past I waved to him, and he waved back, still smiling … and as I did I knew we were to be the community he so earnestly desired, wanted, needed.  I could see him whole …

I could see him full of Jesus, I could see him as God saw him …

We were to invite him into our world … we were to be the hands and feet of Jesus to him and so we were to invite him into our world, into a world with Jesus … and in doing so we would be inviting him into the family of Christ … and in doing so I trust that he will know that …

God is Good!

Where have all the fathers gone?

 15 years ago my father died. 

10th October 1997. 

He died, and I was left fatherless …

In recent months I have been surrounded by numerous people who have had a father or mother die … mainly fathers, but some mothers too …

During recent months I have also seen many fathers and mothers come close to death, or suddenly become ill … many from heart issues … or from blood distribution issues … strokes …

There have been so many deaths and illnesses that it has made me wonder … “what is going on?” 

In some instances the deaths were sudden, unexpected and tragic; others were due to suicide; while others occurred through illness, disease … regardless of how … the deaths have all been untimely … a theft of something … someone good …

Happily, I also have story after story of triumph … story after story of cancer stayed; sickness overcome; strokes and the evidence of them ever being there, gone; heart attacks stopped, mid-attack, and again, the evidence of them ever having been experienced … gone.  Many mothers and fathers both in and outside the church have risen up again, victorious … prayed for and saved … including my own mother and my husband’s father, both just a few months ago …

Many of the stories of loss around me have come from the world around me … and while there are many stories of victory, providing powerful testimonies … others have not been stories of victory, yet, but they have the seed to be … but for now, in these relationships, I do my best to encourage and care, to hug and express love, in the midst of the confusion of loss and the pain of grief …

I sense that there is something in this that we need to heed … where have all the fathers gone …?

I believe it is time for the body of Christ to make a stand and declare:

No more!

It is time, I believe, for us to stand as a family and pray for the fathers and mothers of our country (in the natural and in the spiritual) … to pray for the mums and dads … to declare “no more” to sickness, disease, tragedy and untimely death for the people … to declare “no more” to abuse, and divorce, and betrayal in marriages … whether Christian or not …

It is time, I believe, to pray for the fathers and mothers in the spiritual, in the faith, in the body of Christ … and to say “no more” to any form of attack … to honour and care for and to love those that have stood firm in the faith before us, to say thankyou, and cover and protect them with our prayers …

It is also time, I believe, that we choose to step into the role of father … regardless of our past and our history … to father the fatherless and in doing so release identities and destinies …

Too long have people decreed …

“I have no father; I have had no father; no-one ever fathered me … so how can I, why should I, it’s not fair that I should be expected to … father someone else …”

It is time to cast aside our excuses of having received bad parenting, our excuses of broken families and lack of care from others, for our own failure to father others … we need to break the cycle of lack, and start to give away the very thing we needed to, or still need to, receive … to father people, regardless, … and as we do, we may just find ourselves receiving the very thing we so desperately needed and/or wanted too!

And so I call forth the fathers, and mothers, to step up and to step out and be to the next generation what never was given … to give to the next generation what was stolen in an untimely fashion, and father the generation to come …

I call forth the Body of Christ to thank, to honour and cover in prayer the fathers (the parents) in the natural and in the spiritual … the ones that have stood firm … regardless …

And, I believe, that as we do, the heart of The Father will shine and be released, and as the heart of the Father is released … identities will be revealed … established, moved into, and freedom to be will flow …

I believe that as the nations sense, as theyfeel and know and experience the heart of The Father, as a loving and good father, which He is … whether it be through an encounter with Him through us … or an encounter direct with Him …  they will then see Him, their Father and they will know without a doubt that …

God is Good!

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