Writing for God
In 1200 A.D., the king of Pomerania erected two massive fortresses. Confident he could control the entrance to the heart of Europe, he built one bastion in Denmark and the other across the Skagerrak strait in Sweden. Today, however, one castle lies in ruins; and the other is demolished with no sign of its former existence. And the name of the Pomeranian king is long forgotten. Nevertheless, tour buses bring visitors to the vicinity of the two castles each day. Why? Because William Shakespeare chose that locale as the setting for his drama Hamlet. The power of Shakespeare’s pen outlasted the two massive edifices of history as well as the name of the king who built them (The Christian Communicator, August 2001).
Just as God called the apostles and prophets to write the Bible, He still calls for writers today to tell people about Jesus and the work of the Holy Spirit. Though I will never be a Shakespeare, I pray my words will help, encourage, change people’s lives long after I am gone. God has put me in the position where He wants me, so that His word is seen by eyes He wants to see and hearts He wants to reach. It’s as though He says, “There are people I’m trying to reach, wanting to console, to give hope. They aren’t looking in my direction or their faith is wavering. You write to them.” I don’t know who they are. I have no person in mind as I write. God knows. To Him be the glory. He goes before me; clears the way; smoothes the path. God is good.
If God calls you to write, breathe in the inspiration He offers and use your talent for a purpose--His purpose. When God wants to bless us, He raises up someone to do it. You can be that someone. When I give my “loaves and fishes” to Jesus, there’s no telling how many people He might feed with them.
I was reading in Deuteronomy, Chapter 9:1-6. The Israelites were victorious in battle with the Anakims who were mightier, greater and taller people. God warned them not to brag about this victory. They did not win because of their righteousness or uprightness of heart. They conquered the land because God was with them like a consuming fire in order to keep His promise to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. I write as God gives me spiritual lessons in my everyday happenings. It’s exciting to notice His plans unfolding. You, too, can begin to form the habit of discovering new spiritual truths from things that happen to you every day. It’s having a closer walk with God; a personal relationship. He hungers for our companionship.
I was visiting Wanda on a cold, misty, rainy day in December. She walked with me to my car and noticed my front tire was very low. She called a service station in her neighborhood, made an appointment to get the tire fixed right away. There was a screw embedded in the tire. I thanked God with all my heart for “going before me.” I never look at my tires! My trunk was loaded with Christmas gifts for a very poor family of six children. I was delivering them to the home of my Sunday School Teacher who was collecting gifts and food from class members. I would be traveling 60 MPH on the Katy Freeway from Voss to Heights Blvd. when the tire would have gone flat on the wet highway. What could have happened? “Thank you again, Lord.”
One Sunday night at 8:00, my granddaughter called. “Grandma, can you come and get me?” “Yes; I’ll be right there.” What kind of problem am I facing? She is at that rebellious teen age. What can I say? I prayed earnestly to God for help. As I traveled to her home, I turned on KHCB Christian radio for the first time on a Sunday night. There was a program in progress for teens who stated their problems and a counselor advised them. They gave a telephone number for teens to call anytime 24 hours a day for help. God answered my prayer immediately! I was encouraged while listening during the 20-minute drive. God is always just a prayer away. Upon my arrival, my granddaughter was waiting at the door and walked out to my car. We talked two hours. I told her if ever no one was available and she needed someone to talk to, or ask a question, just call the number for teens: 1-800-394-4673. Our session ended with my saying, “I know how these situations come about. You’ll shout at your mother; she’ll shout louder at you. You’ll say something hurtful; she’ll say something more hurtful. Why don’t you tell her you are sorry and want to be friends again?” She agreed. We went inside. They both hugged, and apologized; “made up.” Isn’t God the greatest?
When we went to Magic Island to celebrate my birthday, the fifteen of us sat at a long table in the center of the room. When the food was placed before us, we all held hands, and I said the blessing. Later, standing in line for the Magic show, a lady came over and told me how much the people at her table were impressed by our praying. She said, “You don’t see many families praying publicly.” I did not expect anyone to notice. We always say a blessing before we eat and acknowledge God’s goodness to us.
Last summer, two men at my office were arguing about who had the best tire gauge. I told them to go check my tires and then decide! They did, and my tires haven’t been checked since. I was reading a recent Readers Digest about car care: “Pump it up! Low tire pressure costs you every mile. Each pound per square inch (psi) of missing air lowers gas mileage 1% to 2%...check tires at least monthly, and use your car’s psi guide.” As I was leaving my office, I said to our Shop Foreman, “My tires haven’t been checked since last summer when you did it. Next week, will you check them again?” The next week, he discovered a low tire, beyond repair, with a four-inch oyster shell embedded in it! I do not know where or when I picked that up. Again, I visioned a flat while traveling fast on the freeways. Praise God for the way he directs the events in my life. It is just amazing how He brings about circumstances and solutions.
In 1966 when we moved into our home, we purchased a glass-top breakfast table with four swivel chairs. Those chairs were a delight for five grandchildren to spin around in them. Over the years, screws kept falling out and Jack kept replacing them. One chair no longer swivels and one is rickety, though sturdy from missing ball-bearings. I’ve been needing replacements for several years. One day in January, I went shopping at Finger Furniture Store and Foley’s Warehouse. Then to several small furniture stores on Hwy I-45 on the way to Gallery Furniture. I was astonished to learn the four chairs would cost at least a thousand dollars.
My friend, Dale, died. When Dortha went to his home to recover her miniature train accessories, his daughter said all his furniture was for sale. There was a glass table like mine with four chairs that had rollers and swiveled! They were in perfect condition--like new. I bought the table and chairs for $200. Again, I say I love the Scripture in Psalm 37:4, “Delight thyself in the Lord and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.”
Habakkuk 2:2 gives God’s call to “write down the vision (revealings) and make it plain.” It is as timely now as it was then. I feel God’s presence beside me all the time. I thank Him throughout the day for taking care of me. He supplies all my needs. Things don’t “just happen”-- God happens! My favorite Bible translation is Tyndale’s Living Bible which reads:
“But thanks be to God! For through what Christ has done, He has triumphed over us so that now wherever we go He uses us to tell others about the Lord and to spread the Gospel like a sweet perfume. As far as God is concerned there is a sweet, wholesome fragrance in our lives. It is the fragrance of Christ within us, as aroma to both the saved and the unsaved all around us. To those who are not being saved, we seem a fearful smell of death and doom, while to those who know Christ we are a life-giving perfume. But, who is adequate for such a task as this? Only those who, like ourselves, are men of integrity, sent by God, speaking with Christ’s power, with God’s eye upon us” (II Corinthians 2: 14-17).
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