"News came one day which indicated that a matter I had been praying about had deteriorated rather than improved. "What good are my prayers, anyway?" I was tempted to ask. "Why bother? It's becoming a mere charade." But the words of Jesus occurred in my Bible reading that very morning (and wasn't it a good thing I'd taken time to hear Him?): "If you, bad as you are, know how to give your children what is good for them, how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him?" (Matthew 7:11, NEB).
Are you as often tempted as I am to doubt the effectiveness of prayer? But Jesus prayed. He told us to pray. We can be sure that the answer will come, and it will be good. If it is not exactly what we expected, chances are we were not asking for quite the right thing. Our heavenly Father hears the prayer, but wants to give us bread rather than stones.
Prayer is a weapon. Paul speaks of the "weapons we wield" in 2 Corinthians 10:4-5. They are "not merely human, but divinely potent to demolish strongholds" (NEB). The source of my doubts about its potency that morning was certainly not the Holy Spirit. It was the unholy spirit, the Destroyer himself, urging me to quit using the weapon he fears so intensely."-Elisabeth Elliot
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
A Strange Godsend
Elisabeth Elliot:
"King Saul was tormented in a strange way from time to time by an evil spirit from God (1 Sam 16:14). His servants suggested that harp music might drive it away. One of them told the king about Jesse's son David of Bethlehem who could play, and who was also a brave man, a good fighter, wise in speech, and handsome. Furthermore, the Lord was with him. David was sent for, and besides these God-given gifts, he brought with him a homer of bread, a skin of wine, and a kid. The king loved him and made him his armor-bearer. Whenever the evil spirit came upon Saul, David would take his harp and play so that Saul found relief, recovered, and the spirit left him alone.
This story shows us that among the baffling intricacies of the sovereign plan of God there is often evil which is not only permitted but sometimes actually sent by God. We wonder why. Surely part of the reason is that we may learn our own helplessness and need of Him. Saul was a powerful king, but it took his servants, who happened to know of a small-town boy, to suggest a remedy for the king's trouble. God sent the trouble. God sent the boy. That boy had been prepared by God, equipped with gifts which the king needed. Picture the boy, idly strumming his lyre as he passed the time of day in the pasture with the sheep. He could not have dreamed of the use God would some day make of that skill--to comfort a king's tormented spirit and later to become the "sweet singer of Israel."
Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief. Give me a trust big enough to embrace the baffling intricacies and to find in times of helplessness that You are a very present Help."
Amen.
"King Saul was tormented in a strange way from time to time by an evil spirit from God (1 Sam 16:14). His servants suggested that harp music might drive it away. One of them told the king about Jesse's son David of Bethlehem who could play, and who was also a brave man, a good fighter, wise in speech, and handsome. Furthermore, the Lord was with him. David was sent for, and besides these God-given gifts, he brought with him a homer of bread, a skin of wine, and a kid. The king loved him and made him his armor-bearer. Whenever the evil spirit came upon Saul, David would take his harp and play so that Saul found relief, recovered, and the spirit left him alone.
This story shows us that among the baffling intricacies of the sovereign plan of God there is often evil which is not only permitted but sometimes actually sent by God. We wonder why. Surely part of the reason is that we may learn our own helplessness and need of Him. Saul was a powerful king, but it took his servants, who happened to know of a small-town boy, to suggest a remedy for the king's trouble. God sent the trouble. God sent the boy. That boy had been prepared by God, equipped with gifts which the king needed. Picture the boy, idly strumming his lyre as he passed the time of day in the pasture with the sheep. He could not have dreamed of the use God would some day make of that skill--to comfort a king's tormented spirit and later to become the "sweet singer of Israel."
Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief. Give me a trust big enough to embrace the baffling intricacies and to find in times of helplessness that You are a very present Help."
Amen.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
So Send I You
So send I you to labour unrewarded
To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown
To bear rebuke, ot suffer scorn and scoffing
So send I you to toil for Me alone
So send I you to bind the bruised and broken
Over wandering souls to work, to weep, to wake
To bear the burdens of a world a-weary
So send I you to suffer for My sake
So send I you to loneliness and longing
With hart a-hungering for tthe loved and known
Forsaking kin and kindred, friend and dear one
So send I you to know My love alone
So send I you to leave your life's ambition
To die to dear desire, self-will resign
To labour long, and love where men revile you
So send I you to lsoe you life in Mine
So send I you to hearts made hard by hatred
To eyes made blind because they will not see
To spend, though it be blood to spend and spare not
So send I you to taste of Calvary
"As the Father hath sent me, so send I you"
To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown
To bear rebuke, ot suffer scorn and scoffing
So send I you to toil for Me alone
So send I you to bind the bruised and broken
Over wandering souls to work, to weep, to wake
To bear the burdens of a world a-weary
So send I you to suffer for My sake
So send I you to loneliness and longing
With hart a-hungering for tthe loved and known
Forsaking kin and kindred, friend and dear one
So send I you to know My love alone
So send I you to leave your life's ambition
To die to dear desire, self-will resign
To labour long, and love where men revile you
So send I you to lsoe you life in Mine
So send I you to hearts made hard by hatred
To eyes made blind because they will not see
To spend, though it be blood to spend and spare not
So send I you to taste of Calvary
"As the Father hath sent me, so send I you"
Sunday, March 24, 2013
What Was The Question?
Elisabeth Elliot:
"Christ is the Answer" has been a wall motto, and, more recently, a bumper sticker. Somebody added, in small print, "What was the question?"
In the final analysis, it does not matter what question we are asking. All questions come under one of three headings:
1. Way--we need guidance
2. Truth--we need a norm
3. Life--we need sustenance.
Jesus said, "I am" all of these things. Let us bring everything that baffles us into his presence, holding it up before Him by faith. In that Light, the look of things will slowly begin to change, and as we humble ourselves to receive the true answer, our eyes will be opened. We learn to know Christ, then, as we walk in his way, obey his truth, and live his life. He Himself, a living, loving Person, is our answer.
"Christ is the Answer" has been a wall motto, and, more recently, a bumper sticker. Somebody added, in small print, "What was the question?"
In the final analysis, it does not matter what question we are asking. All questions come under one of three headings:
1. Way--we need guidance
2. Truth--we need a norm
3. Life--we need sustenance.
Jesus said, "I am" all of these things. Let us bring everything that baffles us into his presence, holding it up before Him by faith. In that Light, the look of things will slowly begin to change, and as we humble ourselves to receive the true answer, our eyes will be opened. We learn to know Christ, then, as we walk in his way, obey his truth, and live his life. He Himself, a living, loving Person, is our answer.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
What Fits Us For Service
My mentor, Elisabeth Elliot, one wrote, "Is there any Christian who does not long for some special experience, vision,
or feeling of the presence of God? This morning it seemed to me that unless I
could claim such I was merely going through motions of prayer, meditation,
reading; that the book I am writing on discipline will prove to be nothing but
vanity and a striving after wind. The Lord brought yesterday's word to mind
again with this emphasis: it is not any experience, no matter how exciting, not
any vision, however vivid and dazzling, not any feeling, be it ever so deep that
fits me for service. It is the power of the blood of Christ. I am "made holy by
the single unique offering of the body of Jesus Christ" (Heb 10:10), and by his
blood "fit for the service of the living God." My spiritual numbness cannot
cancel that--the blood will never lose its power."
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The Answer Is Always Enough
Elisabeth Elliot's Daily Devotional
3/6/13
We often hope to be spared trouble or suffering, and surely it is legitimate to pray that we may be ("Lead us not into temptation" is a prayer Jesus taught us to pray). Jesus Himself asked the Father to take away the "cup"; Paul prayed for the removal of his "thorn." In both cases, the answer was no. But God did not give a mere no--He sent what had not been asked: strength to endure. An angel was immediately dispatched to Gethsemane, "bringing him strength" (Lk 22:43 NEB). His suffering did not cease--in fact, "in anguish of spirit He prayed the more urgently and his sweat was like clots of blood" {Lk 22:44).
The apostle was suffering in some physical way, it seems. The thing was called "a messenger of Satan," and he did well to ask for its removal. The answer was no--but something unasked was given: grace. There was plenteous grace to enable Paul to endure. What God gives in answer to our prayers will always be the thing we most urgently need, and it will always be sufficient.
3/6/13
We often hope to be spared trouble or suffering, and surely it is legitimate to pray that we may be ("Lead us not into temptation" is a prayer Jesus taught us to pray). Jesus Himself asked the Father to take away the "cup"; Paul prayed for the removal of his "thorn." In both cases, the answer was no. But God did not give a mere no--He sent what had not been asked: strength to endure. An angel was immediately dispatched to Gethsemane, "bringing him strength" (Lk 22:43 NEB). His suffering did not cease--in fact, "in anguish of spirit He prayed the more urgently and his sweat was like clots of blood" {Lk 22:44).
The apostle was suffering in some physical way, it seems. The thing was called "a messenger of Satan," and he did well to ask for its removal. The answer was no--but something unasked was given: grace. There was plenteous grace to enable Paul to endure. What God gives in answer to our prayers will always be the thing we most urgently need, and it will always be sufficient.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
December 2012
A post that is past over due.
I lay here on my comfy bed in my humble American home and can't help but to think about my kids (Hilary, Roy, Eliud, Nickson, Ian, Vincent, Benard, Dennis, Victor, Gideon, Christine, Teresa, Eunice, Sharon, Winnie Awino, Winnie, Brenda and my "daughters" Chella, Abigail, Phillis, Sharon) over in Kenya and my little Peter in Haiti. Theres not a day that goes by that the Lord doesn't place them in my mind and have me pray for them. I often think of what they're doing at the moment and if they're doing well. If they're being fed and learning at school. If they're growing physically and spiritually. How I wish I could be with them...even if it were only for a few minutes.
Being back in the States has been hard. This fast paced life isn't what I was excepting. I had adjusted to the Kenyan life style. Being flexible and taking life one day at a time. Living by faith and not knowing what would happen.
But I've finally settled down. The Lord provided a job and I've been working full-time. Staying busy and saving up. Praying and seeing where He takes me next.
I lay here on my comfy bed in my humble American home and can't help but to think about my kids (Hilary, Roy, Eliud, Nickson, Ian, Vincent, Benard, Dennis, Victor, Gideon, Christine, Teresa, Eunice, Sharon, Winnie Awino, Winnie, Brenda and my "daughters" Chella, Abigail, Phillis, Sharon) over in Kenya and my little Peter in Haiti. Theres not a day that goes by that the Lord doesn't place them in my mind and have me pray for them. I often think of what they're doing at the moment and if they're doing well. If they're being fed and learning at school. If they're growing physically and spiritually. How I wish I could be with them...even if it were only for a few minutes.
Being back in the States has been hard. This fast paced life isn't what I was excepting. I had adjusted to the Kenyan life style. Being flexible and taking life one day at a time. Living by faith and not knowing what would happen.
But I've finally settled down. The Lord provided a job and I've been working full-time. Staying busy and saving up. Praying and seeing where He takes me next.
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