We don’t save lives on the street
July 12, 2016
We don’t save lives on the street. We faithfully show up, to do the work we are called to do, to cooperate with God. Jesus could have just filled the urns with water, or wine for that matter, in the blink of an eye. But as his mother said, “Do whatever he tells you.” So the servants hauled all that water, just as Jesus instructed.
God is so much bigger than anything we can imagine. If you have any doubt about who’s in charge out here, I invite you to join us for an hour of prayer on the sidewalk.
On a recent Thursday, a beautiful young woman came over to let counselors know that she had made an appointment at the abortionist, but she wasn’t going to keep it. One of the counselors offered information on pregnancy resource centers, but the young woman smiled and refused, saying, “I have someone I can stay with.”
That same day, a couple from the Middle East who spoke very little English arrived at the abortion facility. “Free help” must sound the same in any language, because they came over, and even walked with one of the counselors to a nearby pregnancy resource center. The couple kept indicating that they wanted an abortion, and the counselor kept asking the Holy Spirit for help. Finally, the pregnancy resource center was able to locate a volunteer who could speak the language and communicate with the couple. Connections were made; lives were saved. God surely had a good time that day!
There’s a story of a little village church in Germany that was virtually destroyed during World War II. A much-loved and very old wooden crucifix had been hanging in the church for as long as anybody could remember. The townspeople picked through the ruins of their church, searching for the crucifix. They finally found it, but the arms of Jesus were broken off. For several days, the people talked about what they should do. Have the arms replaced? Commission an exact replica to be made? Finally, after much prayer and discussion, they hung the cross with the broken Christ close to the altar, just as it was. They placed a sign underneath that read “You are my arms.”
God grant that we willingly serve as his arms and keep them open to those in need of His mercy.
By Susan Platt, CPLC Sidewalk Counselor
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