One of my favorite Bible stories is in Mark 9:14-29. Maybe this quote will help you remember. “I do believe; help my unbelief.” Maybe for some, you are panicking inside with all the election misconduct. I believe we are not done yet in prayer. You see, God does not share the stage with anyone. For the truth to be revealed, it will be by the power of God. For this to be One Nation Under God, it will need to be an act of God. The one thing I have discovered these last three years is the depth of corruption in all government institutions. This discovery is not only shameful but embarrassing. In some form, I supported some of these amoral or unethical organizations or people. May I shout it from the rooftops? I am tired of the media’s propaganda. I feel like the scene from Princes Bride; “Liar!” I need to stop and get to the point, which is verse 29. “This kind cannot come out by anything but prayer.” If you feel helpless right this moment, remember, “All things are possible to him who believes.” I am not talking about a good luck charm you rub to get a wish. When God’s word says, believe, it means to worship God. There is no other God before Him. So, stop the heartburn worrying and bend your knees and ask God to intervene. The evil in our government did not pop up overnight. It will take every watchman on the wall and prayer warrior to intercede for our nation. Cry out and start right now.
The other day, God reminded me of a story. When I was teaching in the old mission building, my classroom was the library. I loved the big tables that we could join together as we discussed God’s word. Then I had to move over to the men’s side of the building and teach in one of the classrooms. It was your standard room with conference tables. At the time, I felt the setup cold as I was way upfront from the ladies “teaching.” My director permitted me to join the tables together to make it more intimate. Since I was having trouble with my legs, she told me I could leave the tables joined together for the guys to put the room back together. She forgot to tell the guys. One day, a man came storming into my classroom and yelled at me. “You will put those tables back,” he demanded. I looked up and slowly said, “No.” He screamed again, “Yes, you will.” I again replied, “No, and if you have a problem with that answer, you can talk with my supervisor.” The look on his fa...
Comments
Post a Comment