As the elect of God, we shouldn’t be surprised when we read about omens and portents in the skies. In fact, we should expect them to happen at this point in time. After all, these are the final days of the Last Days that the Bible speaks of.
Should we make plans for the immediate future or long-range plans for our children? This is a hard question to answer because we are all different with different perspectives and agendas. But the Bible tells us to continue with life, and the word of God is never wrong about these things. The reason is that we can’t stop doing what we’re doing and begin to panic, as some of us would be fearful for our lives or fear for our loved ones. The one thing we can and should do is reach out to our neighbors and friends with the good news of the Gospel, and God will provide for your needs (notice I said needs, not frivolous wants).
It always troubled me that more “believers” didn’t adhere to this tenent of the faith. Believers who spent most of their time watching football, playing golf, or watching porn. Yes, even believers are wont to indulge in these things without a clue about what’s going on outside in the real world.
Several years ago, God began to really impact my life, especially when I began ministering to others. This little story is just one of the many I’ve experienced. I’ve got a feeling that he is going to do the same for many others who throw their lives away for Him. Jesus said, “Only those who throw their lives away for my sake… will ever really know what it means to live.” (Mark 8:35, TLB).
As usual, my residual check was late in arriving; it was late at night, and I was famished. I popped into the Donut Shop, which at the time was my mission station. No one was there but the new Pakistani manager. “Arrrd joo the Jeem guy who caan feex any-ding.” he asked?
I knew he meant me, so I answered in the affirmative, “Yes, that’s me – what’s your problem?” I asked.
“Welle… dee dour on dee left ees nodt opening widhout throuble.”
There were double doors at the entrance – one to enter and another to leave through.
I checked the door, and sure enough, it was scraping along the aluminum threshold that had come loose because of the rubbing away of the screw that was holding it in place; it was now buckling up against the door frame. “Screeeeeeeeeaaaaach!” it said every time the door was opened. The sound alone made your skin crawl.
I thought, “Here is where I get a chance to eat.”
“I’ll fix it for twenty bucks; all I need is a hammer and drill.”
The manager said they didn’t have much, but he’d see what he could find. He left to examine the back room while I examined the problem and how it could be resolved. “No biggie,” I thought.
The manager came out with the hammer and drill, which, to my surprise, had a cement bit already in it and the size I would need as well. The manager got an extension cord, and I proceeded to go to work, knowing that my only recourse was to drill tight alongside the screw for the new screw to be inserted. As I worked, I began to realize that only one thing would work in holding the threshold down securely. I finished drilling, and all I needed now was a one-inch cylindrical cement nail. “There,” I said to the manager. “All I need is a cement nail, and I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning and insert it for you. That will be twenty dollars,” Sahib.
“No, no, no!” he said while shaking a finger at me, “I cand do dat. You feex, den I pay!”
“But, but, but,” I replied and walked out – or better said – staggered out into the dark, humid night. It must have been about midnight or close to it.
“God” I cried, “Why have you let me down like this? I thought we were friends? Don’t I always try to do what you ask me to do in the Holy Scriptures? Yes, I stumble occasionally, but you know I’m only human!”
I staggered on into the quiet night and turned to go to the place I was staying. As I rounded the corner to go through a small industrial area, there was a tall streetlight with an unusual bell-shaped aluminum shade that cast an intense circular light on the one-way street below. Through sleepy eyes, which were cast on the ground, I saw something that took my breath away. “No, it can’t possibly be – but it was – there in the center of the well-lit area was a gleaming object that I determined was about an inch long. Staggering to where the small object was, I bent over to pick it up. LO and BEHOLD, it was a galvanized – cylindrical – one-inch nail!
I died from hunger, I thought. Either that or I must be dreaming; maybe I just flipped out from being hungry. When I touched it and examined it, I was flabbergasted, to say the least. Nevertheless, now my body surged with new strength, and I practically ran back to the donut shop, deliriously happy. I finished the job, got my twenty dollars, and paid for a sandwich and a cinnamon roll – a big one and had money left over for breakfast. If I remember right, I got my check the next day or soon after.
That was the beginning of the many miracles that happened to me over my many years of ministry, a ministry that continues today filled with miracles that just won’t quit.
Book report:
Like Dr. Jordan Peterson – Dr. Henry Cloud is a clinical psychologist who also writes books on the human psyche. In his most recent book, Why I Believe, He goes into detail about this and that that affects human beings, much like Jordan Peterson. They rarely give God credit for healing their minds and spirits but, instead, give credit to other fallible men like themselves. You almost have to drag a confession of faith from them – that God is alive and well and still performing miracles today.
“The just shall live by faith.” “Without faith, it is impossible to please God.” “Faith comes by hearing [learning] and hearing by the word of God.”
YBIC
Jim Towers
You can write me at jt.filmmaker@yahoo.com or visit me at www.dropzonedelta.com. You can also find me on my newly restructured website , www.propheticsignsandwonders.com , which now features videos of worldwide events taking place in the present time, as well as proof of God’s existence and the reality of Biblical places and Moses himself.