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This blog is not strictly about being a Baptist. I merely picked the name since it says where my roots are. I believe an open mind is not anathema to strong convictions. If you don't know who you are, how can you know what you are. Open discussion on differing points of view is the spice of life and we should love one another not simply because we see ourselves in others, but because of Whose children we are.

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Friday, April 18, 2008

"What Are You Saying?"

This is a little something the Lord gave me a few years back. I hope it helps someone. It helped me.

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Once upon a time, a man who was very distraught over a plethora of issues in his life, called on his pastor for counseling. Only moments after his arrival at the parson’s office, he embarked on a tirade of how things in his life were pushing him to the brink of despair. He concluded that, to top it all off, he felt God was not even listening to him. He declared that no matter how much or how loud he prayed, he heard not a whisper from the Almighty!

After patiently listening to the disturbed young man for the better part of an hour, the pastor simply sat at his desk apparently displaying no response whatsoever. This aggravated the man even further. So, he demanded some sort of reply. When he did, he noticed that the preacher was moving his lips, but no sound seemed to come from him.

The man then angrily cried, “What are you saying?” The parson only continued to move his lips, evidently without uttering a peep.

Now enraged, the distraught man stood up from his chair and leaned on the pastor’s desk, nearly shrieking at the top of his lungs, “What are you saying?!” His pastor only continued to move his lips without so much as a flinch.

This was about more than the emotional fellow could take and so he leaned even further on the desk, so far across it that his face was soon in his minister’s face, practically nose-to-nose. Once again he bitterly begged him, “What are you saying!?!” It was only then, with his face so close to that of his unassuming pastor, he finally heard the words that he had been saying from the start:

“Sometimes God whispers so that we’ll get closer to Him.”

I Kings 19:11&12

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