But now, no RV. To add to our sorrow, there was a mistake on the sound permit, so we would have no amplified sound. We know our voices can reach all the way to the abortion room at the back of the building when amplified. My small voice barely reaches the front porch unamplified. And the last tidbit, our two regular Tuesday counselors were not able to come. That means we had a bare-bones team of three with no ultrasound, no sound system, and then the rain began to pour out of the sky.
The geese marched down the street, herding their babies, taking advantage of the empty sidewalks.
Good thing God is all we need because He is all we have.
Oh...and my megaphone.
one of my favorite photos of me with my megaphone...old photo from newscast |
I put it to good use. We were SOAKED by 1:00. One member of our tiny trio went home, but Daniel and I stayed long enough to have the wonderful bonus of knowing two women chose life. Perhaps the most gratifying one was a very young woman, probably between 16-18 years old, who entered the parking lot sobbing. She took our literature from Daniel, the director of Cities4Life, but despite all my pleas over the megaphone which I prayed she could hear, she went in to the center.
To our delight, she came out a while later, and sat in the car with her driver. I had a good hour to speak to them over the megaphone. I spoke non-stop since I was the only one with a megaphone, the rain was pouring down, and what else could I do? Besides, Daniel assured me that God would open the ears of the women so whatever they needed to hear, they would hear. The abortionist arrived, but still the young woman and her driver sat in the car.
We rejoiced when the driver started the car, and they drove away!
Maybe you are facing a life crisis, a point in your life when all that you had come to count on and to depend upon has been taken from you. Maybe your health has gone south, your physical abilities have waned, all that you have loved has slowly been wrenched away. What is left? Where is the meaning, the joy, the purpose that all those things used to satisfy? If life is precious, is it no longer precious when our capacity to do what our body was designed to do is gone?
Let me make a suggestion. Try God. Try praying that God would reveal Himself to you and that even now, the mission He has for you would become apparent. Maybe it is taking a long look at who you are and asking God to help you become who He wants you to become. Maybe it is studying His word and sharing those truths with other lonely, hurting, despondent people. Maybe it is praying diligently for your spouse, your neighbor, your children, your community, your state, your nation, your country, your world. Maybe it is opening your eyes for the first time to the reality that this world will pass away but God is eternal and you too were created for eternity. It gives all suffering a new perspective. What are you doing to prepare for that eternity if indeed it is real and if entrance is open to all, but God who created you tells you you can only enter through faith -- faith that He exists, that He is who He claims to be. Who is He? Scour the Bible. If you seek Him, you WILL find Him.
My text to Daniel that morning when I found out we would have no RV, no sound, and no counselors except us in the pouring rain was that I thought God was sending us a message. By removing all we come to depend on, He is showing us that none of it is really the source of any result or any true hope.
God is the only hope we have. God is all we ever needed. Now and then, He reminds us of that.
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"It is God who enables us, along with you, to stand firm for Christ. He has commissioned us, and he has identified us as his own by placing the Holy Spirit in our hearts as the first installment that guarantees everything he has promised us." - II Corinthians 1: 21,22
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Philippians 4:19
And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.
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