Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
We can see the blessings after the storm, whether in life or in nature.
Look at the top of the tree that's been twisted off and then look at the middle of the tree. It stayed in place during the tornado. This picture was taken in the yard of the family where our youth group spent all day picking up debris and tree limbs. We all received such a blessing today. Our God is so amazing. Please continue to pray for the Jackson family. Half their roof was ripped away but so thankful.
Friday, April 8, 2011
This week I had the blessing of working with fellow members of our conference evangelism committee at the Academy of Christian Witness. This event was held at Camp Rockfish and I was excited about going, not just to be in fellowship with many pastors and friends, but also because I was on a search.
I was on a search for the secret place. I wanted to find that place mentioned in Psalm 91: "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty" (KJV).
That's what I needed. That's what I desired and that's what I craved. I needed to find that secret place where it would be just God and me, where I could hear him and where we could talk. I had some questions and I have been in one of those pits of time when I just wasn't able to "get my call through." I know God was listening and I know he never left me, it was all me. My mind was in one of those whirl wind of thoughts and I just wanted my God.
I actually asked some of the camp's staff people where was a "God's secret place"? And they all mention the same place, an outdoor worship area on the creek and they gave me the direction. I took an opportunity to walk out to the area and I found it. A beautiful place with benches set up in worship style with a small pulpit and three large crosses, all overlooking the creek.
I sat on one of the benches and stared at the center cross and I called out to God. Nothing. I talked to God. Nothing. I walked around the area. Nothing. I took pictures of the crosses with my phone. Nothing. "Oh well" I thought. "This must not be the secret place I was looking for."
I prepared to head back to the conference center but decided to get a close up photo of the crosses but as a tried to get in a position to get a good picture the Sun was blinding me. I moved around a little to get out of the brightness for the picture but there wasn't a good spot.
I finally knelt down and as I did I fell into the shadow of the cross and it blocked the brightness of the Sun and there on that ground on one knee, I found the secret place. There in the Shadow I finally cried and finally I felt the Hand of God on my shoulder again and I knew I was no longer empty but filled with the Spirit of My Lord. I truly found rest in the Shadow of the Almighty.
The picture above was taken as I was kneeling in the shadow of the cross.