It always amazes me how God is "ever present" with us. Seems to me that the most mundane task could bring on the presence of God and a sense of worship, or a reminder of what mighty work God has done in our lives through the name of Jesus.
It was that way the other morning as I was raking grass for mulch in the garden. The Holy Spirit reminded me of an "intervention" in my neighbors life after a nasty fall.
As I have said in the past that God's word is true whether or not "you" believe it or practice it and Truth is not contingent on you but on God's promises. His Truth does not matter on whether or not you "feel something" should be done, or whether or not you feel spiritual at the time. You could spend all day in the Word and Prayer with fasting and that doesn't give you the right to "preform" for God. (I believe that the Word, Prayer, and Fasting is a necessary part of continuing in fellowship with God but not a "right of usage".) What gives us the "ability" to be used of God is humility and the willingness to "hear His voice and harden not our hearts" when He speaks. As I said before that His promises are true and every man a liar whether or not you believe all of His Word. I keep making this point because many think that they are wise but deny the very things that God has given us to manifest His glory and turn the world upside down.
Here is how God can turn the world upside down for someone whether or not we feel "moved" by the Holy Spirit to do anything about it except to be obedient to respond to what we know is right:
I was coming home from work one evening and as I turned onto my road I was behind an ambulance with it's sirens on turning into my neighbors drive. The neighbor was an elderly gentleman about 74 who lived with his wife and went to the Church of Christ. He always kept busy by doing construction type jobs and made an impression on me when at 68. He moved 30 yds of fill sand into the church he was helping build by himself one wheelbarrow at a time up and down ramps. I pulled up behind the ambulance and went inside the house behind the medics. His wife was in tears and his daughter was there in a fret. I asked "Ma" what had happened as the medics took his vitals while he was laying on the bed. She said he had fallen through a porch 9' onto a basement concrete floor whacking his head and landing on his back and was now passing blood in his stool. My next question was the hand that swatted the hornets nest. With no other leading than to do what was right I asked if anyone had anointed him with oil and prayed for him. His pastor had been called and was present with an answer that went like this: "I guess you could if you believe in that kind of stuff, I don't think it's necessary." His wife was of the same thought. Good thing that his daughter heard me and told him that I was here to pray for his healing. He said "then lets take a minute and do that". He didn't believe in divine intervention either but for some reason wanted it done. The only people that gathered around the bed was me, his daughter, and the medics. I anointed his head with oil and started to pray in the name of Jesus for healing when I had a vision. I didn't know what I was seeing but it was organs of some sort. So I asked the Holy Spirit for an explanation and He said that it was the large intestine where it joined the bowel and it had a tear in it from the impact of the fall. He said that I was to tell him what I saw and what He said and that by the time they check him out at the hospital he would be healed and the doctors would confirm it. His daughter wept and his wife and the pastor rolled their eyes. Off he went in the ambulance and after examination the doc's said that he could only find a tear in his large intestine where it joins the bowel and that it was healed. He was sent home the next day after observation for his "whack on the head". He was quite happy about what happened and rejoiced in the experience he had received from the Lord. He lived to be in his 90's working almost every day of his life.
All that it takes to be used of God is to be obedient!
Another example:
One morning very early a friend of mine and I were driving up I 75 towards Flint, Mi to take another Hwy to get to a job in a Detroit Edison Plant. It was very icy and slick out, traffic was moving slow at least most were. The exit ramp to 69 was very sharp and icy and I noticed an old beast of a car in front of me, it was some sort of 60+ Buick a two door, might of been an Electra. For the day it was a massive vehicle. All of a sudden a truck zipped by me on the shoulder which was sided with a concrete wall. The Buick lost it on the curve and slid sideways just in time to be hit by this 4x4 truck doing about 60 mph. The impact was so hard that it pushed that massive door into the cabin area as far as the other side of the steering wheel. The fella that was in the Buick was smashed in the side by the door and lying on the front seat. I stopped and ran to the car calling 911. After reporting the accident I went inside the passengers door to see if there was anything I could help with and here is what he said. "I am a para medic going into work and I am familiar with injuries. I will not live through these because I can tell my guts have been crushed. Please call my wife and tell her that I love her, here is the number." I then answered him "if that is the case do you know where you will go when you pass?" He said "I am a Christian, yes." He was weeping and screaming in pain at the same time. My heart broke. I took out my oil and asked if he would mind if we prayed in Jesus name and he said great. All the time I prayed he was screaming at the top of his lungs in pain. After the prayer ended the EMT showed up, it turned out to be his work partner and they took him away. As soon as I got to work I called his wife and told her what happened and what hospital he would be at. All day long that fella was on my mind. As soon as I got off work I called his wife again to get an update and (I found out during the conversation that his sister had answered) was greeted by a very rude person saying how do I know about the accident and what business was it of mine to call. I explained what had happened and who I was then she calmed down. Her attitude changed and told me that he was home and in perfect health with not even a bruise to be found. His wife then got on the phone and thanked the Lord for her husbands healing because he had told her about how he thought he was going to die. I wept. That was all I needed to know. God is good. I never spoke to them again but will catch up when the rolls are called up yonder.
The only thing that God needs to work with is an obedient, humble heart, that trusts His word and counts that as the only necessary thing in life.
Be bold, be vigilant.
I hope this encourages some of you to act on God's Word for all who believe have inherited the promises whether they believe them or not.
God Bless and Keep
Love in Christ
J&E inTn
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