A DESIRE TO SERVE

AND THE BLIND WILL HAVE THEIR SIGHT RESTORED

 

How often have we as followers of the Christ, felt as if we had prayed the last word that we could, or felt as if we had ministered to as much filth covered humanity as we could stomach?

We complain and cry that all of our effort is for naught, as we do not see immediate results, not trusting in Gods timepiece but instead clockwatching and calendar marking on some worthless item we purchased at the discount store or preferably someone gave to us as a gift. Its free then, and we actually value it less.

We boastfully say that, if this or that would occur then we would step into what God has planned for us since our inception.

We make every excuse imaginable to justify our chosen sin; sin that we entered into with our eyes wide open, not caring that Jesus hurts in the fact that His Bride is not faithful.

We throw a pity party, and all are invited, with the hope that perhaps someone will tell me how good I am!!!

Not long ago, I was allowed to have a small part in a large evangelism movement in another state.

The days are long and the nights are longer as the needs of many are met.

Physical needs and spiritual needs. Times of rejoicing for those who grasp the need for a savior, and times of sorrow for those who will not and may never accept that God sent His only Son to meet the ransom for all who will believe.

After the last invitation was given and the crowd dispersed, I was privileged to witness an occurrence that I pray that I will never recover from.

Every night of the event I was in the presence of a man blind from birth, a man with a heart for the things of God, a man who reads the word in Braille, a man who witnesses to the sighted, and a man who is a drummer in a praise band, a man who shouts,( to say he sings would be a stretch),“let the blind man say I can see again“, during the vocalization of the lyrics to Let the River Flow.

When I first heard him scream that lyric, I thought it was a prayer of hope, or a plea for mercy.

Foolish me. My blind brother was declaring that his heart is right and his motives are pure.

As an unsighted man, he was not able to do the things that others were during the event, however as the stage was being dismantled, he was able to hear another brothers voice and to grab him by the hand, and to plead to be put to some use, after all he is not helpless.

The reply made by the sighted man was, I do not know what you can do.

My blind brother stated that he would do anything, anything at all, he just had to be a part.

The sighted brother took him to a portion of the stage where not much activity was going on and at that moment these (mine) blind eyes saw true service.

He was crawling on his hands and knees pulling on and following a trail of duct tape that had to be removed before the stage could be taken down.

His smile was enormous, my eyes watered and are even now as I see the waste of those who could serve and yet choose not to serve.

LET THE WEAK SAY I AM STRONG

LET THE POOR SAY I AM RICH

LET THE BLIND SAY I CAN SEE

ITS WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE IN ME

HOSANNA, HOSANNA, TO THE LAMB THAT WAS SLAIN