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By Mary Spence
I was watching a video recently about being in God's will. Pastor Trent on Instagram talks about how both Simon and Jonah heard from God. He told Simon to throw his nets to the other side. After an entire night of catching nothing, same bait, same net, same boat, nothing changes. Simon was obeying God. Jonah on the other hand went the other way. He heard from God and went in the opposite direction. But God did not abandon him. He went with him on the path he decided to take. First, I wondered how Jonah thought he was going to hide from God? Did Jonah think God could not see him? Then I remembered when I lost my brother. He died suddenly, at age 43, alone in a motel room. I was devastated. At that point in time, we were not speaking to each other. Mark had been my “ride or die”my whole life. We were born less than 2 years apart. We drove each other crazy. No one else knows how to push your buttons like a sibling. But he also came to my rescue when I was in trouble. He knew me better than anyone else. We had the same experiences growing up, celebrating wins and suffering losses together. Mutual wounds and scars covered both of our hearts. When he died, I too, hid from God, just like Jonah. I retreated back into a corner of my couch, wishing it was me instead of him. Once the shock finally dissipated, I was angry, so angry at God. But God knew all of that and He still came and comforted me. I was not strong in my relationship with Him at that time. I viewed Him as a distant, stern father. I had not experienced His love personally yet. But I was about to… He sent a pastor to me to say "God is a God of bedside salvation". My brother was not a believer yet. He had been to AA meetings and heard about a greater being but had not declared his faith. He didn’t go to church. We had talked about God and I told him what I knew. He talked with my husband about God while they hunted together. I heard this pastor say that he believed that Jesus gave a person right up until the end, their last breath, to choose Him. And I knew. I began to feel the weight of Jesus' arm across my shoulder. Slowly I became aware of the ones around me suffering this horrible loss too. And I felt a comfort I could not explain. Instead of my heart feeling like it was irrevocably broken, it began to beat again. I got up, I showered, I somehow put on clothes and I began to move forward. When it felt like I just couldn't do it, He did. I was aware of His presence in a way that I had never felt before. It is true that He cares for the brokenhearted. When I hear about the prodigal son returning and the father gathering up his garments and running to his son and gathering him in his arms and kissing his face, I know. Because that is how Jesus embraces me. Because I've seen it. I've felt it. When people say that God is there in the deepest valleys and on the mountain tops, I can shout Amen! I experienced Him so much more personally in my deepest valley that I was never the same after. He is there for the good, for the miracles and our victories. But He is so much closer to us in the valleys… in the deep loss, in the paralyzing grief. In the places where you think you are completely alone. Look up. He is not only there, He is holding you. Take hold of that hand, friend. He can bring comfort, peace. He desires His very best for you and He sees you. Wherever you are hiding, even in the belly of a fish. Yo Yo given to Miss Valleria and passed down to me from another missionary. Children at the 2025 Sports Camp learned to use it! By Linda Hokit Spoils of His Word-October 16, 2025 Linda Hokit Now then, just as the Lord promised, he has kept me alive for forty-five years…while Isreal moved about in the wilderness. So here I am today, eighty-five years old. I am as strong today as the day Moses sent me out; I am just as vigorous to go out to battle now as I was then. Now give me this hill country that that the Lord promised me that day. Joshua 14:10-12 (NIV) I love the passage in the Bible where Caleb in his elder years says to the Lord, give me the hill country! In another translation says, “…give me this mountain” and in another, “…give me the high country.” Caleb is not seeking a rocking chair. He wants to be used to rebuild a nation. He wants to use his skills and stretch. How many of us ask for the difficult tasks as we are going into our retirement. Don’t we usually lean into ways to relax? Not Caleb, he wasn’t thinking relaxation. He was thinking service. Let me share with you about people I have known who accelerated their service when they could have just rode a wave into the sunset. During Sports Camp I was able to tell the children about a missionary in Alaska who served in a village in western Alaska called Kiana. Miss Valleria served many years there and then in Fairbanks in a church ministering to Alaska Natives. I got to work with her in her retirement years after she moved to Anchorage where she did the same. In Anchorage, there was a hospital for Alaska Natives where she served many years as a chaplain. She did not leave her post in Anchorage until she felt she had finished her race and was able to go south to spend her last years with family. Many people came to know the Lord through her ministry and became strong Godly, leaders in their community. Please pray for Kiana. It was one of 40 villages impacted in some way by a typhon that hit Alaska recently. Pray also for the churches in impacted villages who will play an important role in rebuilding homes lost. Another missionary who remained busy in her retirement years was Louise. She taught me what I know about teaching Conversational English to foreign-born peoples who settled in Alaska. She learned from the person who started the work which became foundational for Conversational programs now established nationwide. Both Louise and Lillian taught students and other instructors well into their elder years. The story I want to share is about Lillian is how she taught Grandma Tucker to read when she was more than 100 years old. Grandma loved the Lord so much she used to open the door of her little cabin at sunrise because she was expecting Jesus to return and she did not want to miss His arrival. When her husband died, she could not read scriptures each morning as they had done. So, she asked Miss Lillian to teach her to read. The first word Lillian taught her was “Jesus”. Since Grandma Tucker was nearly blind, Lillian traced the letters in her palm and used a large magic marker to write “Jesus” in large letters so she could see it. A few days later Lillian went for a follow up visit. She saw the word “Jesus” written all over the house in indelible marker! Grandma had literally encircled herself with God’s presence! That same day, she showed Lillian how she now read her Bible. She opened it and ran her finger along the page until she saw “Jesus”. Then she happily said, “Jesus”. She repeated this over and over because Jesus was enough for her! Valleria, Lillian, Louise and Grandma asked God for the high country, the hill country, the mountains. They climbed until they saw their Savior. Their example fuels me in my own retirement. I challenge you to ask for the high country no matter how old you are! By Rebecca Vickery "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance….” Ecclesiastes 3:1,4 A singer/songwriter in 1959 leaned heavily on the Bible for the lyrics of his song Turn! Turn! Turn!, which The Byrds would make popular in 1965. To everything (turn turn turn) there is a season (turn turn turn) and a time to every purpose under heaven. I grew up listening to the words and it was only after I became a believer and started reading the Bible that I realized I recognized the words in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. These were words of wisdom. The world borrowed them to sing along. As human beings, most of what we experience is change, and yet the more things change, the more things stay the same. I have been in a season of great sadness and deep sorrow in my soul. I have described this season as harder than any I have ever had to endure. Lately, however, I have felt strongly that God has been nudging me forward. The shepherd of my soul has been leading me on. All the while my Savior leads me…. I find him most gentle in his leading, and as I take my first steps out into a world that marches on even as my heart is reluctant to move forward, I find this gentleness a deep comfort to my soul. He does not chide me, you foolish child, stop doubting and believe. Instead, it is more like, in subtle (and yet not so subtle) surround sound, I hear echoes of his message. Jesus came to set the captives free, but I have been a captive of my own sadness. The weight of decisions that are not my own weigh heavily upon me. And yet, I still believe in the same God. I still believe that Jesus is the same yesterday today and tomorrow. In Isaiah 61, he meets me. He reminds me of why he came: (1b-3a) He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion-- to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. Jesus came to comfort me. He bestows on me a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of despair. Three different places I heard the same message this past week. You have allowed this sorrow to take over your existence. Come out of the dark. Come up out of your long mourning. And so I have stepped up in my garments of praise to feel the light of Jesus again on my face. The warmth feels good, and I have felt lighter for it. The weight and heaviness of sorrow lifting after what feels like a very long time. I feel hope and gladness entering to the recesses of my space in a way that it was hard to imagine a week ago. I lift my eyes up, up to the heavens. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord. The maker of heaven and earth. I have been invited into patience. Can I trust the Lord of all things to do what is right? Internally, and externally, I can say, of course I can. I brought these things to Church with me on Sunday and I waited on the Lord. We got to see a man gratefully and willingly get baptized, and my heart quickened. Look at what the Lord can do! The sermon echoed the same refrain, look at what the Lord can do. The Pastor invited us to reflect on what the Lord was speaking to our hearts and I said, “Ok Lord, what do I do with this?” And the words of a familiar Psalm stirred up in me. “I waited patiently on the Lord, and he turned to me and he heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:1-3(a) Oh friend, I don’t know what season you’re in. Maybe you are doing great, or maybe you, like me are steeped in sorrow. The Lord invites us on to fellowship with him. Though the sorrow may last for the night (a season) his joy comes with the mourning. May your mourning be turned to laughter. May your sorrow be turned to joy. May you have a thousand things for which to say, bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is with in me, bless His Holy Name. Invite the Lord into your season, and you may find that He invites you into deeper fellowship with Him! Unless you become like a little child! By Joyce Pelletier 2 Corinthians 6:18 “And I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters,” says the Lord Almighty. Growing up in the forties and fifties was difficult. Oh, I know there were many times in the history of man that were difficult. We seem to cling on to what we know. So, I guess my aim is the growing up years following the Second War. Twenty years later came the Waltons. It was a time so many of us related to. It was coming out of a Depression, and then coming back in so many different trends, music, relationships. We lived in a small town of about 6,000 people. Everybody knew everybody. There were no strangers. Life started to come alive again. Yet, from where we came, there was those who had a lot of and those who didn’t. So often I felt so alone. I was raised with hand-me-down clothes, and I was okay with that. From the time I could remember I was at church. It our Catholic church, each summer we had our own type of VBS. We heard about Jesus, each Mass had a story about Jesus that had special meaning. As a child of 5 when I went to church with my brother, I knew I had to behave, sit still and listed to God’s Word. Sad thing is I don’t recall any of the stories, other than Christmas and Easter. My favorite time was Midnight Mass when I’d sing in the choir. Our principle of our local school had a tenor voice that you never forgot. He’d always sing O Holy Night! I’ll always remember that as being something important, but I didn’t grasp it until the past few years. Brent’s message this past week brought the truth I’m come to love and grasp. It’s a message I’ll never forget. Going back and remembering that solo of O Holy Night gave me a starting point, that keeps pulling be back. Galatians 3:6-7 Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Sons into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, ‘Abba Father’. So you are no longer a slave, but a child and since you are a child, God has made you also an heir. You are a child of God. He has adopted you into His Kingdom, welcomed you with a love that will never be taken away. The gift he has given us cannot be and will not ever be destroyed. Things may get tough and even ugly at times, but He never leaves your side. I am so very grateful for knowing this truth. When I do wrong, He’s ready to help me back into the right place with holy forgiveness. Thie reality has given me such hope and Joy. I am a child of God and that is all I need. By Peggy Potter-Balaun
Gary and I just love to go for drives at this time of year! How beautiful is this fall season! For Gary and I it is a true occasion to praise and worship the artistry and majesty of our marvelous Creator! I truly believe that the beauty of all seasons is just further evidence of His wondrous Love that He made this Earth to be our home and blessed it with incredible beauty ! (Genesis 1:31 God saw all He have made and it was very good !) My own life and how Jesus remade it and me in His perfect understanding of me is my own best testimony to His greatness. Provision, wisdom and Love and that is true for all of us! Nobody loves, understands or cares for every one of us better than our Heavenly Father who made us and sent His Own Son Jesus to shed His precious lifeblood for all our sakes! I accepted Him as my Savior and Lord as a young wife and mother back in February 1978. My three sons were reared on His Word The Bible and all three turned out well! Jesus saw me through the failure of my first marriage by providing me with a support system and a new career which He knew was right for me. He eventually brought me to Vermont where He united me with a wonderful Godly man, Gary, as my new husband. Things have not always gone perfectly in my life and I am far from a perfect person! I need my Savior Jesus and am so very grateful for all He has done to and for me! Having Holy Spirit within me, being washed in Jesus' Blood and learning everyday how to live & be more like Him is so very precious & essential ! I love Jesus, because He first loved me ! Psalm 139:1 & 17 Oh Lord You have searched me & known me ... How precious are Your thoughts toward me, oh God ! How great are the sum of them ! 1 Peter 5:7 Cast all your cares upon Him for He cares for you ! By Kaydeen Edwards Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4 Embracing grief and experiencing it is so important to the healing process. Many of us run from grief, loss, pain, suffering, sadness, and mourning. When the thing that we are going through is hard and heavy, we turn to God. However sometimes God hears us but he doesn’t answer right away. Sometimes he makes us wait. But waiting in emotional distress is hard. If we don’t keep our eyes fixed on Jesus remaining in his word, remembering his faithfulness and holding on to his promise can result in running to other sources to find fulfillment. Yet these places are empty. It is hard to say in the pain and suffering that is heavy. Yet, if we look to the lord for what we need and wait recalling his past faithfulness, our faith gets the opportunity to grow stronger. When our faith grows stronger we will see the grief and suffering as a tool that God can use to heal and grow our faith. And all things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purposes. All things even grief, pain and suffering. So as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for he is with me. He’s always with us. Psalm 139 8-10 says If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. What I know is God is holding us. By Joyce Pelletier Proverbs 3:3-6 Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight. Another translation says, ‘and He will direct your paths… I spent a lot of my summer preparing and making a quilt for my bed for the cold months ahead. As many times as I laid out the quilt was as many times that I made changes. I admit, I am one to take short cuts in the middle of the project, but this time I had a more direct approach. I had to prepare well over 200 six-inch squares to piece together around the center of the top of the quilt. A few friends donated many pieces of scrap pieces as well as many, many pieces of used denim. I was so happy to find use for the denim. I love to upcycle as it makes for less used material that gets thrown out and unused. I laid out this quilt many times. Each time it meant, I needed to add not just 10 more pieces but 20-40- new pieces. To be used for this quest. Each time, I’d think, I’ll never make it. I’ve run out of denim. Yet weeks later and I sewed the last row of the quilt, I had about 15-20 pieces left over. In preparing the design with the guidance of a good friend with multi ideas for the design, I’d clean up the squares, placing them in a specific order so the next time I’d take it out, it’d be easier to lay it out and continue the pattern. Well, that never happened. Each time, I’d need to make more squares. This went on for some time. Each time I’d take it out, I’d lay out the squares in another order. Each time I felt better about the design. Maurice said, “Give it up! It’s not worth all that work” I’m not a quitter. When I set my mind to do something. I push myself to the limit. The last day of sewing, Both Maurice and I worked together in making sure it would get sewn. Each change was a big transition, but I talked to God about getting it done the way it was meant to be. Phew, it is sewn. I have one more task to put on the final binding. I won’t be able to do it for a couple of weeks. But I had to see it on my bed and when I did, I cried. It was a lot of work, but every step of the way, I was not alone. God was with me with the changes he wanted. I’m thankful for that. Spending time with Maurice gave me a special deep sense of gratitude for his presence and there is no way I could have gotten that sewn without his loving hand lifting those heavy pieces. God is so good and he wants us to succeed in all we do, all we have to do is trust Him, listen for his guidance and He will direct your path. He’s there to rework the details and then in the end I rejoiced in the design he helped me to make it. Then I knew he’s the designer to be grateful for. By Rebecca Vickery
The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind so that you may pray. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen. 1Peter4:7-11 Last month in part 1 of The End of All Things is Near, we talked about being soberminded to pray, about loving deeply, and offering hospitality without grumbling. Regardless of how far away the glorious return of Jesus is or isn’t, one thing is certain. We are closer to the end of things now than the disciples were when they were warning about it. As such, we continue with the admonition to use whatever gift you have received to serve others. We need to steward God’s grace in its various forms. How delightful to think that there is grace in various forms and that we should the be the delivery mechanism for that grace. What gifts have you received from God? Do you know? If you don’t know, have you asked some of your close Christian brothers or sisters? What am I gifted in? Once you know the answer to that, how are you using your gifts to serve your friends? Your neighbors? How are you serving in the body of believers? I believe that part of the mathematics of God is that we give and we serve, and he multiplies our gifts and our impact. I think the more we serve, the more he gives us to increase our giftings. Our gifts don’t exhaust us (although saying yes to too many things can do that.) We want to use our yeses to say yes to the best thing. If we say yes to everything, we don’t have the capacity to use our gifts well. Peter goes on to give examples of some of the gifts and the ways in which they may be used. If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. What a high calling to which to aspire. Matthew 12:36 says that we will have to give an account for every idle word we speak. I don’t know about you, but as an extrovert (and an external processor) I found that verse somewhat terrifying. Nevertheless, it is good for me to be reminded of (and maybe often.) I need to be thinking through what I say and asking the Holy Spirit to speak through me. Maybe I won’t always get it right, but thankfully, there is grace enough for that. It is my hearts desire that I should glorify God with my words. Words are very important to me, but they are even more important to God. 1 Peter 1:24-25a says, “All men(people) are like grass and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands for ever.” And Isaiah 55:10-11 says As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. What these verses all suggest to me is this: God’s words will accomplish more than mine could possibly, and his word is eternal. So when we speak, the more we speak the word of God in love and in deed, the more our words will literally be as if God was speaking. “If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ.” This goes hand in hand with showing hospitality without grumbling. There are countless opportunities to serve, so when we do it, we ought to make sure that we are doing so joyfully. We can show up to serve and know that God is going to provide the strength for the task at hand. What a beautiful partnership that is to be found in Jesus with these things!! He gives us the strength, the people we serve are blessed by our service, God is blessed by our service, and we are able to be blessed by having been able to use our gifts. God math. He helps us, and everyone involved is blessed by it. And God is praised in the efforts that we expend on his behalf. Colossians 3:23 Do all things as though working for the Lord. Imagine, you have been invited by the King to serve in his courts. What a privilege that would be. It is the same thing to serve here in the Kingdom of God. It is a high honor. Our attitudes and demeanor should reflect that. To Him be the glory and the power, forever and ever. Amen. As we continue to turn our lives over to the Lord, we decrease, and he increases in us. Then those around us will be able to see. The gospel in us causes us to rise up into our good works, which he prepared in advance for us to do. Peter was a common fisherman before he became a follower of Jesus. I was a 16 year old exchange student. We are called from all different backgrounds. And we are each invited to use our gifts in service of the King, that we might glorify him, that we might point others in the right direction. The more of use that do that, the more people will be unable to deny the work of God in his people. And maybe, just maybe, they may join us in praising our Father up in Heaven. Peace to you. By Donna Churchill
Last Christmas one of my granddaughters gave me a “Grandmother, I Want to Hear Your Story” workbook. It’s the kind of workbook that asks you all kinds of questions about your growing up years so your grandchildren can have a history of your life in your own words. I try to write a little in it each week. This week the question was – “Knowing all you know now, what advice would you give to your younger self?” I was actually surprised that I didn’t have to give this a whole lot of thought. I would say - Slow down and don’t be in such a hurry to “get there.” When I was younger, I was always in a hurry.…in a hurry to grow up….in a hurry to experience life….in a hurry to get on to the next thing. I spent many years rushing through life. I remember regretfully, how I rushed my children through their lives, too, always pushing them to hurry up! I used to be so impatient to wait, pretty much for anything. My husband (unfortunately for me, at the time) was just the opposite. He wasn’t slow, but he was very seldom in a hurry. I remember remarking to someone during those years that “he’s so slow, he gets in his own way.” She very wisely said to me, “No, he gets in your way!” When my husband died, I was assured by friends that I would be okay. I knew God would take care of me and that He would see me through, but I knew that experiencing grief in the daily “A through Z” was going to be hard. I just wanted to be at Z already. I’ve spent most of my life wanting to be at Z already. I just always wanted to get there, be there. But where is there and to what benefit? Do I, would I, could I, learn anything going from A to Z without experiencing everything in between? I wanted to avoid the pain, but I know now that in doing so, there would be no growth, no sanctification, no precious moments spent with the Lord learning His ways, learning to know Him. Now that I am in my “golden years,” I see the folly of my youth. I couldn’t change time back then, but, gosh, I sure tried. I was thinking about this the other day. I was slowed down in traffic because of an accident and had to take a detour through a neighborhood. Surprisingly, I was in no hurry, but the car in front of me sure was. We had to wait in line to pull back into traffic and he/she kept inching forward and weaving the car back and forth to try to see what was going on up ahead. As we eventually got back into traffic on the original route, I noticed he was tailgating the car in front of him. That car appeared to be driving the speed limit, but this other guy was sure not happy about it. I started thinking about why he might be in a hurry…..maybe he was late for an appt, maybe he was late for work, maybe there was a medical emergency he was trying to get to or maybe he was just impatient and wanted to go at his own pace. I thought about how he might be feeling….anxious, angry, frustrated. I remembered feeling that way many times myself when I was in a hurry. I then noticed we were finally at a place where the car in front of him took another lane and he went flying down the road. I prayed he would get to where he needed to go without an accident or a ticket! I also thanked God that I am in another season of my life and am not so much in a hurry anymore…....and it feels good. Where do I have to be in such a hurry that it’s worth risking my peace, my life, the process? “My times are in His hand…” (Psalm 31:15a) I thanked God for the fruit that grows in the process of life that no hurry can accomplish. One of the fruits of the Spirit is patience and I don’t think I have ever known anyone who does not struggle with that. For many years, I prayed God would work that fruit into my heart and life. I think time and the wisdom of experience and God’s grace helps that process along and I’m not sure we can learn it without the process. I don’t think I can tell someone to slow down and they would listen and comprehend. I know I didn’t, wouldn’t, maybe even couldn’t! But I am so grateful that at this point in my life, I am finally learning the wisdom of slowing down, to wait, to not be in such a hurry, to appreciate the process, to appreciate the wisdom of God working in my life. “Don’t try to rush what God is taking time to prepare.” I happened upon this quote last year when I was anxious about finding a new place to live. I wanted God to reveal it to me - yesterday, but He was taking His time to prepare it for me. God is always taking His time to prepare what needs to be prepared. Even Jesus’ birth is recorded in Scripture as, “But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of a woman, ……...” Galatians 4:4 God, in His sovereignty and wisdom had planned the timing of Christ’s birth, perfecting every detail. It was the culmination of centuries of preparation and prophecy, creating ideal conditions, bringing it all to the fullness of time. This is just as He plans all events and aspects of our lives, too. There are “right time moments” for all of us in answers to prayer, provision and opportunities. Even in the smallest aspects of our lives. I’m so thankful God can’t be rushed! No matter how we try to “get there” before Him, we can’t. We only end up in frustration, lack of peace and out of sync with His purposes. On the off chance you might listen today – slow down, don’t be in such a hurry. Be patient in the process, knowing God is never early and never late! Linda as a seminary student, praying during an Associational Missions Committee Meeting in New Hampshire in 1992 during a snow storm. Two years later, a church starter used our resources to start churches in New Hampshire we were praying about that night. By Linda Hokit
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble… Be still and know that I am God. Psalms 46: 1 and 10 (NIV) Oh, my word. The young ones in my community are on the streets heading for schools, running to cars and buses for pickups and filling the little library in my town after school. The energy level is at a high pitch, the enthusiasm is high and I love to see it. Their hope, joy and enthusiasm are contagious! However, there are times I just want to pull aside and linger with the Lord and imagine how God will turn things to good for them! If you read the verses between the ones I shared above, you’ll recognize similar upheaval that exists in the world today. Upheavals that affect young and old alike. And yet, we are told to go to God and let Him lay the course for the future. I remember early in my career hearing about a mother who found a brilliant way to pull aside and linger in the Lord’s presence. Her name was Susana Wesley. She had a son named John and another named Charles. They were among the 19 children Susana and Samuel had! I can not even imagine what craziness must have gone on in their home! Even so, Susana set aside time during her busy day to pray. As the story goes, she laid her apron over her head when she wanted time alone with God. The children soon learned that when she covered her head and shut out the world, it was time to settle or go outside the house so their mother could pray. John and Charles must have witnessed her prayer routine many times. The Wesley’s lived in England during the 1700’s, which is before the Revolutionary War. John and Charles were among those God eventually used to bring Spiritual Awakening to England. They also wrote a number of hymns still sung today, such as O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing, Hark the Herald Angels Sing and Christ the Lord has Risen Today. They also helped form the Methodist denomination. In 1735, John and Charles sailed for America to minister to the English who had settled near what is now Savanah, Georgia as well as the nearby native tribes. James Oglethorpe who founded the Georgia colony invited them to come. Charles got sick and went home early but John stayed about a year longer. Even though he started the first Anglican church in American, he did not consider his efforts successful. I had the honor of praying in that church! John may have considered his journey a failure, but it triggered a spiritual renewal in his life. Once back home, a Moravian minister led him to the Lord. Soon John began preaching in the highways and byway of England and was part of a spiritual awakening there. In 1784 John ordained Thomas Coke, who Methodists then sent to American. I fully believe that had Susana not stopped and prayed so faithfully things would have worked out very differently in the livesof John and Charles. We have had a number of spiritual awakenings in America. However, there were three historically recognized Spiritual Awakenings in early America: 1) The First Spiritual Awakening (1730-1755) that covered primarily the American Colonies; 2) The Second Spiritual Awakening (1790-1840) that spread across the nation existing at the time; and 3) The Third Spiritual Awakening (1857-1859) in New York City known as the Businessman’s Revival. It started as a result of a noontime prayer meeting when a financial crisis was happening. There have also been more modern-day revivals. A friend of mine was part of the Saskatoon in 1971. I was part of the awakening known as the Jesus Revolution. Many might be aware of his awakening because of the movie by that name. Although that movie focused on the California awaking, it happened in other locations. Perhaps you know about one of the revivals that broke out on a college campus over the past few years. And, of course, there were awakenings recorded in the scriptures. An evangelical awakening was defined by a man named Edwin Orr as, “a movement of the Holy Spirit bringing about a revival of New Testament Christianity in the church of Christ and its related community.” It often comes about as a result of prayer and in answer to great need. So, are we willing to pull aside like Susana Wesley on a regular basis? Are we willing to pray on a regular basis for the children and young adults in our families, church and community? Are we willing to ask God to lead us to our knees and beyond our doors for His sake? Do we believe God is our refuge? Do we believe He is able and active in our world today? In closing, I am reminded of the chorus of a song by the late Andrae Crouch wrote in the 1990’s. Do you remember it?! Jesus is the answer for our world today. Above Him there’s no other. Jesus is the way… |
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