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In Uncategorized on August 25, 2011 at 11:51 AM

How can anyone listen to this God story without a tear…

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We have little dogs and they have to be professionally groomed from time to time…yesterday was one of those times.  The gal that does the cutting had recently been on vacation and coming in for the dogs’ appointment I asked her how her time off was.  She told me that the first 3 days of her vacation were spent in the hospital.  This was a reoccurrence of a lingering problem she has with some type of an acute and rare form of ulcer that robs her body of blood.  She was in for more tests and to be transfused.

She was upbeat though as is her normal self and said in passing that she had told God to cut her some slack because she had things to do and was not yet ready for heaven.

I left thinking about how I could help but as I drove home the Holy Spirit made it quite evident what He wanted me to do by putting on my heart that when I went back to pick up the dogs…I needed to pray over this woman.

Ahhhh…OK…and how is that going to happen with a salon full of people and me only having a one day every 4 months type of a relationship with this gal.

Time came for me to pick up the dogs…and I walked in.  The little salon was hopping with business since folks had been off from work with the end of summer vacations…and time waits for no man when it comes to dogs needing to be groomed.

As I was being handed one of our guys I said to the groomer something like…”…so when would be a good time for me to pray with you about your ulcer..?”  Much to my surprise she said..”how about right now?”  even though there was a dog standing on the cutting table waiting his turn with the scissors.

“Alrighty then..” I said as she told me there was someone next door who she also wanted to join in and with that she led me through a door that adjoined the suite next to the salon.  We entered into an interior decorator’s front office and a woman stood up to greet us.  She was introduced to me as a “prayer warrior”.  And with that I simply announced that we needed to get God onboard to help heal this gal and we put our hands on her shoulders and my words began.  Simple straight forward words as I called on the Holy Spirit to come and join with us as we asked God to help heal.

There was a definite presence in the room as the groomer began to breathe more rapidly and felt the need to fan herself with her hand and pat herself on the chest.  The prayer was short and in less than five minutes from time we left I was back to picking up the dogs and telling everyone in the salon goodbye until next time.

Is she healed…I don’t know is the real answer.  Will she be healed?  That’s not my call.  I was just asked to be obedient to what I was asked to do, He allowed that to happen without any turmoil and without any type of rejection…and now it’s in His hands.

We are only asked to be obedient in cases like this…the rest is for Him to follow through with according to His plan.  I have to be good with that because it sure is a privilege to pray over someone and also to do what I was told.

TAC

PS:…..last week I had to take the dogs back in for another grooming session…I wish there was a good way to keep their hair from growing but since there isn’t it gave me a good reason to see my friend the groomer again.  She had the biggest smile on her face when she saw me and after we exchanged some pleasantries I asked her how she was doing health wise.

Still smiling she said that there had been no loss of blood since the day we had prayed together and that she had no other effects.  I then asked her very slowly…”…so who do you think healed you?” I was trying to give her plenty of time to see the question coming and to be able to weigh her answer to what she knew I would be asking since the second she saw me come into the shop.

“Jesus did !” she almost screamed…”Jesus healed me !”

Yep, that was the right answer.

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after reading the little story above this song has a lot of meaning

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I submit…add your words – change a heart

The Ring

In Uncategorized on May 25, 2011 at 4:26 PM

I go to a female dentist and while that’s not something new these days its still a departure for me.  That means out of the repertoire of medical professionals that I use from time to time my dentist is the only “Lady” in the group.

I hate to go to the dentist and I know that’s not anything new for most of us either.  But I am not a wuss…or at least I’ve never considered myself to be less than a manly man…(did you here a trumpet blast or is it just me)… at any rate I have a good reason for not liking to go to the dentist.  You see when I was a child my mother had us go to a dentist who liked to drill and fill but didn’t use anything to deaden the pain…and there was a lot of pain to go around.  So when the thought of me and a dentist come into focus together I relive those childhood adventures in a nanosecond in my brain and instantly decide the best course of action is for me not to go.

A week or so ago I notice a cracked filling in the side of one of my molars. I’d been putting off going to get my semi-annual cleaning for a couple of months anyway…and so…because I had to, I made the appointment and went.  It was while we were waiting for the Novocaine to take effect that my lady dentist told me this story.

Sadly her 87-year-old mother had died last September.  She had lived in a large rambling house situated on a knoll overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri.  It was where the children in the family had been raised and was the only ‘Home” any of them had ever known.  The now grown children had gone back to bury their mother and to settle whatever business there was of her Estate.

Linda, my dentist, had told her brothers and sisters that the only thing she really wanted from the house was the small gold ring that their mother had worn.  Even though she had asked each of them if they had seen it no one seemed to know where it was.

As she continued it seemed that Linda’s mom had been quite a collector and had a self-described slight case of OCD that revealed itself in the fact that she had loved to clip articles from newspapers and magazines that she found of interest.  She would take the articles and file them in folders that were stored in labeled boxes.  Every category had its own box and each box contained files that pertained to a number of sub-categories.  All of the boxes stayed in perfect order and were housed in one particular room of the house on the lake.

After an exhaustive search throughout the mother’s possessions the ring could not be found.  Time was running out because the “Kids” had to be finishing up their work so they could return to their homes and respective families.  They had made the corporate decision that all of the files and boxes were to be thrown away because they had no meaning or relevance to anyone in the family except for the matriarch who had passed away.  This cleaning out process was to be one of the last chores for the family before they adjourned.

The last day came and all of the family members said they wanted to go down to the lake one last time before heading off to the airport or to get on the road.  They had encouraged Linda to go with them but she had said, “No, I’m just going to stay here in the house for a while and visit with some of Mother’s things.  You guys go ahead, I’ll be fine by myself.”

After everyone had gone and the house was quiet once more Linda walked into the file room.  Where would I even start to unwind all of these files was her first thought as she viewed the volume of boxes stuffed with the files and clippings.  And with that as a continuing thought she settled  down on the floor to be surrounded by her mother’s work as a way of saying goodbye one last time.

Linda reached out and touched two file boxes, one on each side of where she knelt.  She removed the lids of the two boxes and then lifted out one file from each.  She leaned back and rested on a stack of the containers that encompassed her.  As she started to leaf through the first of the randomly chosen files a gold ring sparkled as it left the darkness of the file and fell to the floor beside where she sat.  It was, of course, the ring that she had been looking for that had belonged to her mother.

Linda picked up the ring and held it between her index finger and thumb.  As she peered through the center of the ring she focused on what was on the other side of her hand and saw the hundreds of angel figurines that her mother had collected or had been given throughout her life.  At that moment Linda was conscious of literally being surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of angels in as many different colors, shapes and sizes as could be imagined.  All the while she clung to her mother’s small gold ring that had meant so much to her.

Linda was later to find out that the ring was actually the wedding ring that once belonged to her great grandmother.

One lost ring miraculously found in one of two randomly selected files from a room stacked with boxes all containing similar file folders surrounded by a host of angels.

Sounds like a God story to me.

HELP WANTED

In Most Recent Post on April 19, 2011 at 6:37 PM

I’m not used to blogging…so if I don’t follow some recognized protocol then oh well…as you get to know me you’ll understand that I probably won’t get much better at following the rules as time passes.

This first effort is to introduce myself and to let you know that I am an Anecdotal Christian. Even though my ‘handle’ would suggest that I am THE Anecdotal Christian, as we move forward hopefully I will be only one of many voices in our community. We already know that there have certainly been numerous story telling Christians in the past so if I have to be defined just file me away somewhere between those who came before and those who want to join in the fun now and in the future.

What I really want you to do is to keep up with this post because it is my intention to attract many folks who have stories to tell about their Faith and how it has increased by having God show up in their lives. Today’s stories are more than just relevant they are inspiring, possibly even instructional with lessons to be learned and have as much meaning to modern day Christians as other recounts of events that happened in another time.

These anecdotes show that God loves us so much that He was not only paying attention and intervening in the time of Abraham but He is paying attention and intervening in lives today. We just need to hook up and tell the world about our stories because most folks already know about Abraham.

You may be thinking that God hasn’t shown up in your life. You may feel that as hard as you try you have not experienced Him first hand or heard His voice. I submit that this is not the case. As we journey together and begin to collect stories from others around the world you will soon be able to lay your experiences, your stories, over those of others to see that you are not alone. Whether or not you recognized it at the time, you have experienced God. Through these combined stories you will become more familiar with what this looks like and then you will experience and hear His voice even more.

That’s an exciting prospect isn’t it? The idea that the God who created everything you can visibly see and all the things that you can’t see or could even imagine, that same God wants to have a relationship with you. Whoa…but you don’t have to take my word for it. All you need to do is ask for help…close your eyes and with your mouth or inside your heart just ask the Holy Spirit to come to you right now and show the way.

I ask for His help with this project and with His help that this site will provide for you inspiring stories that empower and confirm.

If you need a visible reminder (as I do a lot of the time) make a little hand written sign and tape it to your bathroom mirror or place it on the kitchen window sill.  All it needs to say is:

HELP WANTED

HOLY SPIRIT, apply within

Read the sign and He will come.

Be an Anecdotal Christian, email me your stories. They don’t need to be fancy or even well written…all they need to be is true. The length can be short or long but give me enough background of what happened to set up the story and then just write it down as if you were telling it to a friend. I will not use your name if the story shows up here in this blog and if you feel more comfortable by changing any names then do that.

Keep in touch and don’t forget your

HELP WANTED sign.

john@theanecdoltalchristian.com

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