I have been thinking a lot lately about how we should appologize to the Lord for this oil spill thing. It's not just BPs' fault, you know.....it's all of ours. We are all equally guilty. All of us contribute daily to the pollution of the planet. I suppose it all adds up to greed. We consume and consume like it is going to buy us more time and instead, the more we consume, the more we pollute. Forgive us Father for we know not what we do.
I think it is time that we as a country ask God to forgive us and appologize for the misuse of the wonderful resources He has bestowed upon us. If we truly, truly repent, He will hear this prayer and intervene. I am embarrassed for us and ashamed of the terrible thing that has happened in the Gulf. And like a child, once again, I ask for His help. Pray with me and be embarrassed with me and ashamed with me. It's the right thing to do. Amen.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
When God Places an Angel In Your Day
I'm not bragging about this but needed to state it as part of background for what I had to tell you. I volunteer as a "Meals On Wheels" driver a couple times a month. It's not a big deal, but occasionally, you meet a special person that you just know God has put into your life. Today was one of those days.
I met Mary Johnson for the first time today. She is 90 years young and most certainly is an Angel from Heaven. Her two overweight chihuahua's met me barking at the head of her dirt drive way. Her trailer is located on property owned by her daughter and is the first house you come to down at the end of a short, winding dirt road. As soon as I got out of my vehicle, the dogs warmed up to me and became instant friends. I knew then that I had arrived at a special house.
I walked up onto the little front porch deck to the front door and before I had hardly time to knock, I heard her tiny voice say, "come in." I knocked anyway though. I opened the door and Mary was standing there behind her walker and I smiled and introduced myself. Mary engaged in conversation without hesitating. She told me about herself and some of her physical ailments and then is when I felt the presence of our Lord. I asked her if she got to go to church and she said she had not been able to go very much lately. That led to her telling me how she had played the piano for years at church and how her husband (who died three years ago) used to love to hear her play "What a Friend We Have In Jesus". It was his favorite, because as she put it, "of the way I play it." I told Mary that my favorite was "Amazing Grace". A gentle whisper in my ear told me to ask her to play What a Friend for me.
The old piano was sitting there taking up most of the room in her little dining area. It looked to me to be around 100. She told me she would be happy to play for me but that the piano was pretty much out of tune. I helped her pull out the bench, she sat down and immediately began playing the most beautiful rendition of that song I have ever heard. Not only that, when she finished that one, she flowed into playing Amazing Grace for me. I could do nothing but stand there with tears listening.
The old piano was an upright style with well-worn, discolored keys. And, yes, it was out of tune. I thanked Mary for playing for me and asked if she would play for me the next time and she just grinned. She would be only too happy to. I left with a larger heart and with a feeling of Love that just doesnt come around often enough.
When I got home, I called a music store and arranged to have a piano tuner go out to Mary's place to tune the old piano. I can't wait to hear her play again. Thanks, Father. Thank you, thank you so much.
I met Mary Johnson for the first time today. She is 90 years young and most certainly is an Angel from Heaven. Her two overweight chihuahua's met me barking at the head of her dirt drive way. Her trailer is located on property owned by her daughter and is the first house you come to down at the end of a short, winding dirt road. As soon as I got out of my vehicle, the dogs warmed up to me and became instant friends. I knew then that I had arrived at a special house.
I walked up onto the little front porch deck to the front door and before I had hardly time to knock, I heard her tiny voice say, "come in." I knocked anyway though. I opened the door and Mary was standing there behind her walker and I smiled and introduced myself. Mary engaged in conversation without hesitating. She told me about herself and some of her physical ailments and then is when I felt the presence of our Lord. I asked her if she got to go to church and she said she had not been able to go very much lately. That led to her telling me how she had played the piano for years at church and how her husband (who died three years ago) used to love to hear her play "What a Friend We Have In Jesus". It was his favorite, because as she put it, "of the way I play it." I told Mary that my favorite was "Amazing Grace". A gentle whisper in my ear told me to ask her to play What a Friend for me.
The old piano was sitting there taking up most of the room in her little dining area. It looked to me to be around 100. She told me she would be happy to play for me but that the piano was pretty much out of tune. I helped her pull out the bench, she sat down and immediately began playing the most beautiful rendition of that song I have ever heard. Not only that, when she finished that one, she flowed into playing Amazing Grace for me. I could do nothing but stand there with tears listening.
The old piano was an upright style with well-worn, discolored keys. And, yes, it was out of tune. I thanked Mary for playing for me and asked if she would play for me the next time and she just grinned. She would be only too happy to. I left with a larger heart and with a feeling of Love that just doesnt come around often enough.
When I got home, I called a music store and arranged to have a piano tuner go out to Mary's place to tune the old piano. I can't wait to hear her play again. Thanks, Father. Thank you, thank you so much.
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