The Man Who Did Not Know God

He was successful in business and in life, blessed with great wealth that took a lifetime to achieve but he did not know God. His wife of over 40 years served God as a Catholic and remained steadfast in her belief. Together they built their dream home high on a hill over looking the rest of the world, they planned to spend the rest of their lives there.

With his deep love for his wife, a celebration was planned to renew their wedding vows; a priest from out of town did the officiating. The man liked the Godly priest and welcomed him in his home.

Shortly after the celebration came the startling news that the man had cancer… a bad type of cancer. The family did all they could do and agreed to an aggressive treatment. Things seems to look better for a short while but the malignancy came back with vengeance to attack his body.

At  our Bible study one of the ladies shared his plight and we prayed because he did not know God.  Every week would come a new report on the man’s condition and it was despairing news, we prayed special graces for his wife and their children but mostly for him to turn to God. The man bravely and honorably fought but it was not to be.

Last week I attended funeral services for the man that did not know God. His children both shared heart-rending stories about their loving father. His beautiful poised granddaughter spoke eloquently about her grandfather and the love that they shared. The loving wife was left numb by his absence but she never gave up on him, she was the families’s silent spiritual backbone.

At the memorial the same priest that renewed their wedding vows, would also eulogize the man. This priest and the man had formed a bond and the man called upon the priest to help him prepare for his death. The man  asked the priest if it was too late for him to know God and the priest answered “No.” As the priest shared his story of how a person who was given so much and gave so much of himself to those he loved that the mercy of God came to save him. These words represented the man’s gentleness and his free will that lead him to God. The parable of the Workers in the Vineyard (Matthew 20:1-16) was the missing link for the man that did not know God. I listen intently as the priest connected the parable to the man, the priest reminded us that it was a year of mercy and that the Lord allowed the celebration with close friends and family with the renewing of their vows because God knew that the man’s time was short.

The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard
20 “For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard. 2 Now when he had agreed with the laborers for a denarius a day, he sent them into his vineyard. 3 And he went out about the third hour and saw others standing idle in the marketplace, 4 and said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard, and whatever is right I will give you.’ So they went. 5 Again he went out about the sixth and the ninth hour, and did likewise. 6 And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing idle,[a] and said to them, ‘Why have you been standing here idle all day?’ 7 They said to him, ‘Because no one hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard, and whatever is right you will receive.’

8 “So when evening had come, the owner of the vineyard said to his steward, ‘Call the laborers and give them their wages, beginning with the last to the first.’ 9 And when those came who were hired about the eleventh hour, they each received a denarius. 10 But when the first came, they supposed that they would receive more; and they likewise received each a denarius. 11 And when they had received it, they complained against the landowner, 12 saying, ‘These last men have worked only one hour, and you made them equal to us who have borne the burden and the heat of the day.’ 13 But he answered one of them and said, ‘Friend, I am doing you no wrong. Did you not agree with me for a denarius? 14 Take what is yours and go your way. I wish to give to this last man the same as to you. 15 Is it not lawful for me to do what I wish with my own things? Or is your eye evil because I am good?’ 16 So the last will be first, and the first last. For many are called, but few chosen.”

The hours of the workday correlate to stages in life when people turn to God, Christ in his vineyard, where they harvest much fruit for God before the sun sets on their earthly life . It does not matter if the conversion is early or late in life, we are all awarded the generous and equal gift of eternal life.

What a beautiful end to the story of this man; all the prayers from his family and strangers lead him to know God and he will forever be remembered as the man who walked in the arms God. Yes, that is how easy our maker makes it for us!

I remain, a faithful servant of the most high, praying for all who stumbles across these writings.img_2873

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Fill My Cup Lord

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My grandson Jacob

Even after attending Mass today a dark cloud wanted to keep me company, these spirits are real and if you do not know how to pray it off  you, it will keep you from doing God’s work. I pushed forth to rid myself of this depression; I prayed for others, answered a few emails and watched of my youngest grandchild for a few hours, he insisted on playing hide and seek.

My walk with the Lord is steadfast and I live to serve Him but I’m still a mere mortal subjected to the attacks of the enemy. It is 1:30 PM and my plans for the day are still not even close to being complete. I consumed flavors potato chips to get me through but that never works. Finally I made my way to the treadmill and that aroused my endorphins; I prayed the Rosary and suddenly that looming cloud disappeared. It’s a mind game with the devil and he has an assignment to rob, to kill, and to destroy (James 10:10).

Please know that you are not alone when you suffer from depression, this is normal, especially when you come off a high for The Lord. The enemy is there as a constant reminder of our shortcomings; he is a lier and we need to put him in his place.

My short simple prayer:
Dear Heavenly Father,

I thank you and praise you for all you that are doing in my life. I know that this spirit of depression is not from you. Lord, please help me get through my day in victory and allow your Holy Spirit to guide my thoughts. I empty my heart, mind and spirit and ask that you Lord will fill it with your perfect love. Your word says that “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full”( John 10:10) Thank you Jesus!

To get back into the spirit of God the pictures of our recent trip reminded me of how greatly we were all used.

 

 

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Don’t Sit Next To Me On A Plane

Fourteen hours is a long time to be on a plane. I wanted to be sure to ask for an aisle seat at check-in, but my luggage was too heavy (this was on the way there). In a crazy rush to move some of my things into a team member’s suitcase, I forgot to ask for the aisle seat. As usual, I was stuck in the middle. To my left was Quinn, a young man traveling to Ukraine, and to my right was a friendly man from Latvia whose name I did not catch.

I introduced myself as a missionary, and Quinn introduced himself as an agnostic. I told Quinn, “Oh, you should not sit next to me.” Witnessing comes naturally, and this day was no different. Quinn was polite as I shared stories and photos from past missionary trips. He was on his way to visit an orphanage and teach the children to play the ukulele. I told him, “You are already doing God’s work — you just don’t realize it yet.” What a wonderful young man with a beautiful heart.

He was tired and wanted to sleep, so he purchased a product that is the opposite of Red Bull — something called Dream Water.

imageI hated to be the one to break the news to him that perhaps this was a placebo, he agreed but drank it anyway.

Quinn and I are facebook friends and he is being used of God in a loving outreach to these young orphans.

The gentleman to my right was desperately trying to explain that the dream vacation on the Greyhound bus was a disaster. So bad the experience that he had to rent a car half way through the trip. He said, in broken English that the bus was dirty and old and that no one should get on this bus. I had no idea that Greyhound offered excursions to people from Latvia. I shared with him that most people drive to see the Grand Canyon. He was sadly disappointed and I almost offered to write a letter of complaint to Greyhound but quickly came to my senses.

On the way back we had a short layover in Istanbul, of all the millions of people I noticed a young man in a green shirt without arms.

I hated to be the one to break the news to him that Dream Water was perhaps a placebo — he agreed but drank it anyway.

Quinn and I are Facebook friends, and he is being used by God in a loving outreach to these young orphans.

The gentleman to my right was desperately trying to explain that his dream vacation on a Greyhound bus had been a disaster — so bad, in fact, that he had to rent a car halfway through the trip. He said, in broken English, that the bus was dirty and old and that no one should ever get on it. I had no idea that Greyhound offered excursions to people from Latvia. I shared with him that most people drive to see the Grand Canyon. He was sorely disappointed, and I almost offered to write a letter of complaint to Greyhound — but quickly came to my senses.

On the way back, we had a short layover in Istanbul. Of all the millions of people around me, my eyes landed on a young man in a green shirt — without arms.

I hated to be the one to break the news to him that Dream Water was perhaps a placebo — he agreed but drank it anyway.

Quinn and I are Facebook friends, and he is being used by God in a loving outreach to these young orphans.

The gentleman to my right was desperately trying to explain that his dream vacation on a Greyhound bus had been a disaster — so bad, in fact, that he had to rent a car halfway through the trip. He said, in broken English, that the bus was dirty and old and that no one should ever get on it. I had no idea that Greyhound offered excursions to people from Latvia. I shared with him that most people drive to see the Grand Canyon. He was sorely disappointed, and I almost offered to write a letter of complaint to Greyhound — but quickly came to my senses.

On the way back, we had a short layover in Istanbul. Of all the millions of people around me, my eyes landed on a young man in a green shirt — without arms.

I asked for an aisle seat and was granted the request. The doors to the Boeing 777 were locked, and I looked over at my friend Jane with a smirky smile. “I have the whole row to myself.” Just as I settled in, the armless man arrived with a companion. “We will sit here,” they told me. I answered with a smile, “Okay, but you just ruined my trip home.” They sat down, and we had a wonderful conversation about missionary work.

The young man without arms is a refugee from Afghanistan, being escorted by a representative from the United Nations to Oregon. Instantly, the young man and I hugged with our eyes — he was so friendly and sweet. I asked him if he had lost his arms in the war, and he smiled and said he was born that way. His companion was unaware of this and was surprised to find out.

When the food cart was about ready to come down the aisle, the UN representative kindly asked if I could move to the window seat. I hesitated — no, no, I just wanted to stay put — but then he mentioned there was an aisle seat just a few rows back. I looked and saw a very handsome man sitting next to his equally beautiful girlfriend and said, “That guy is too big — that is not going to work for me.” Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: this young man eats with his feet, and he was going to knee me, not elbow me. I glanced over just as his big toe was changing the monitor and said, “I will move back.” They were both happy.

I went to sit next to Joe and his girlfriend and explained the situation to them — and then the witnessing began. I told them about my encounter with the demon-possessed girl, and that got their attention immediately. Joe mentioned that his parents were devout Catholics who attended daily Mass. He, on the other hand, was angry at the Church and stated that he would never return. I told him plainly that his parents are praying for him and that God will answer their prayers. He and his girlfriend were gracious, and I probably put them to sleep.

Still, I know that everyone I met on that journey received a seed. To Quinn — a seed of servanthood for God. To the armless man — a seed of welcome to America. To his UN companion — a seed of love. And to Joe and his girlfriend — a seed that was already planted and simply needed watering.

 

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