We as a family can tell so many stories over the past two years of how God has spoken to us. At times you wonder in your questioning humanity “was that God”? But then, He verifies it. Most times when He spoke it was unique and either for Kath, Akila, Laura or I. Other times it was for all four. So often His Word, the Bible was a great comfort and either the source of His Word, or the confirmation of what He said to us. It could be through a sign on a gate, a card through the door, the words of a song, the cloud formation, poems, verses of scripture……..
And then guess what? He is not speaking as often or as loud as before. I wondered at first whether I had become deaf to Him. I longed to be back in that place, although the intensity of it was physically shattering. There were days I said to Kath, “I cannot handle this intensity of God’s presence, physically I cannot endure it.”
I was preparing a message yesterday morning that I have to give today. Its on the good Samaritan and the 3 types of people in that story Luke 10:25-37. I like to think of myself as the last person, the one who was ready to help the man. On Thursdays, I like to go into town and sit and chat with people about my faith in Jesus. Yesterday, I met a man who had used drink to kill his pain. He showed me bruises on his chest and hands he said he had received through the process of being arrested for abuse to his wife and kept two days in a cell. He showed me the bail papers and has to appear in court on Monday. I’m not sure how much of the story was one sided! My little tract, with Mike and my story has my mobile number etc on it. I passed it to him and said “give me a call and if I can help I will”. As I was walking home, God and I had a little chat. Well more like He was telling me! He showed me that my giving; my time, my story, my money, or helping etc was conditional. In the story of the good Samaritan, I had not paid attention to his comments after he paid the two pieces of silver. He said “If your costs for the man are more, then I will settle up when I come back”. He had done so much for the man left for half dead, put him on his donkey, brought him to an inn, paid for his keep. I know if I want to help this man, then it will invade more time, effort, money etc than I want to give. My charity has boundaries. God’s love is limitless!
Here I am in town talking to people about God, and here is God on the way home talking to me about my attitude.