Pick It up Again!

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     What’s up with that?  You’ve got to be kidding!  Not me, not this time!  I thought I’d never do that again!  You can’t be talking to me! Wasn’t that something you gave me to do a long time ago? Lord, I have no desire to teach kids again.  Don’t you remember I’m retired now!  I know they need help in that area, but why me?  I’m sure other people can do it.  They just need to step up!  I’ve had my turn at a classroom of chatty, fidgety kids!  See, I still have two purple hearts to prove it.  All right, I guess that’s a little melodramatic, but I had to get my frustrations off my chest.

    Sound familiar?  I wish I could say I had that conversation with God five years ago, but in actuality that was me a little over three months ago.  First, I had a dream in which I saw myself standing in front of a classroom.  I often share my dreams with my husband, but I decided to tuck that one away, deciding to ignore any early signs that God might be talking to me about something I really didn’t want to do.

     Then in April I attended a “Pearls of Wisdom” gathering at my church.  This was a program given by our senior ladies (Yeah, I know I technically fit in that category, but I’ve not made my public declaration–except at Kroger to get my discounts on Senior Day).  The topic of the day was “The Fruit of the Spirit.”  You know:  Love, joy, peace, etc. 

      I was particularly “moved” by the speech on long-sufferingHow heart-felt, I thought.  We can all relate to that one! It’s the fruit nobody likes to talk about–the one that teaches us to endure in the face of adversity.  Whew, I remember many times in my life when I prayed and pressed  my way through some pretty tough seasons! 

      At the end of the presentations, someone stood to my right and made a passionate plea to the audience.  “Ladies, we are desperately in need of teachers for our children!  If you can help, see me after the meeting is over.”  Bells and whistles went off in my head and my heart started pounding loudly.  The thing I feared had come upon me (suddenly).  Ernest Hemingway, in one of his novels, declared, “For whom the bell toll? It tolls for thee!”  Yep. That’s right!  Before long, I found my legs carrying me over to the announcer and giving her my name, rank and serial number.

    What did I just do? Was that really me? My lesson in long-suffering began to take on new meaning as I pondered the consequences of my actions.  Lesson plans, grading papers, disciplining students, meeting with parents–I began rehearsing the whole scenario.

    Then I went on a missions trip to Jamaica and visited several public schools.  I saw the faces of hundreds of students who needed to know that somebody cared about them.  I noticed one young girl standing in the background, crying profusely on her friend’s shoulder.  “What’s the matter?” I asked.

     “Her mommy died last week,” her friend informed me, patting the weeping girl gently on her back.   I took her in my arms and prayed for her.

     I also remember asking several students what they wanted to do in life.  All students had high aspirations, from banker to lawyer to engineer to teacher, among others.  I was deeply moved, learning later that students in Jamaica have no public transportation.  Their parents pay for taxis to get their children to school.  How proud they looked in their school uniforms!

    I thought of Acts 1:8 (NKJV) where Jesus said, “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” 

     Jerusalem–local; Judea–national; Samaria–across many cultures; the ends of the earth–as far as land and sea extend.  If I could go to the schools in Jamaica, I could not ignore the call to my local Sunday school.  I don’t share these thoughts to impress anybody.  You see, our God is no respecter of persons.  What is He calling you to do?

    What have you laid down?  What is He asking you to pick up again?  Let go of your expectations and trust Him.  What has He equipped you to do?  Is He asking you to try it again? 

     Proverbs 3:5 encourages us to “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.”

     What shall you say to Him?  Mary, Jesus’ mother had the answer:  “Whatever He says, do it!”




Twenty-one Thousand Saved!

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     “Are you sure she said twenty-one thousand?” my sister Deborah asked my sister Bessie in a phone conversation.  “She must have said twenty-one hundred!”

     “No, she said twenty-one thousand people got saved last week,” Bessie reiterated. 

     Bessie was right.  I know that number sounds astronomical, but God did an awesome work in Jamaica through Praisefest Ministries “Cruise with a Cause” last week!  For those of you who did not read my blog last week, let me tell you what happened.

     Three thousand Christians, my husband and I included, sailed aboard the Carnival Destiny, headed on an assignment to win souls for Christ.  The government of Jamaica opened schools in Montego Bay for the gospel to be shared with students and staff.  Eighty-eight bus loads of believers embarked upon the largest mission’s trip ever! 

     Each team included a speaker, an artist (singer or dancer), and approximately 25 other believers.  We went into elementary, high schools, technical schools and a prison.  We distributed school supplies, donated by most who went on the cruise.  The Holy Spirit had already prepared the way.  God had earlier shown a woman from Jamaica that ships of worshippers were coming to her country! And our ship was the first of many to come! 

     While we visited the schools, others stayed on board and covered us with prayer.  In addition, several believers canvassed the streets, inviting many to a crusade on Wednesday evening.  Many were saved that night as well.

     I wish I could tell you more, but words cannot express all that happened on that mission’s trip.  God showed up!  He glorified Himself through a spirit of unity onboard that ship!  This was not a black or white trip, not a Baptist or Pentecostal trip!  This was a move of God!  Three thousand saints heard the call to go and said, “Yes.” 

    Twenty-one thousand documented names represent men, women, boys, and girls who  heard “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but shall have everlasting life (John 3:16).”   One ordinary  Wednesday and Thursday in a city in Jamaica became an extraordinary move of God! 

    Mission Impossible?  No–Mission Accomplished!  Thanks to all my Facebook friends who prayed back home.  Your prayers are documented in heaven! 

     Now on to the United States!