"Who Really Cares?"
Monday, August 30th, 2010
She walked into the parts store on an errand for her husband and offered a routine greeting to the man behind the desk. What followed was a curious exchange between two strangers.
“How ‘ya doing?”
“Do you really care?”
“Yes!”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Nobody really cares.”
“I do! Do you want me to pray for you?”
“Two people have already prayed for me today.”
“Well, bow your head. I’m fixing to be the third.”
My friend promptly lowered her own head without stopping to see if he was following suit and called on Father God to witness His outrageous love to the man before her— and to send someone after her to confirm it. When she looked up, she found the man unmoved by her prayers but she didn’t let his lack of response faze her either. Her part was done. She turned to his curious co-worker. “Do you want me to pray for you?”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m good.”
I had to laugh when I heard my friend’s story. I love the gumption, the chutzpah. Of course, I didn’t know I’d need to draw on it the very next day when a lady I’d just met asked me to join her at a bed in the CCU unit to pray for her comatose daughter. With remarkable strength the mother told me that doctors were saying her baby girl, a woman my own age, would not pull through. Her desire was that thru her only child’s death other family members might be brought to life in Christ Jesus. Am I the only one thinking of John 3:16? As I bowed my head, I was exceedingly grateful for the fresh reminder that we who believe are only called to be vessels. God’s power doesn’t rest on our faltering words. It’s why I could pour Him out on that sweet family. It’s why you’re equipped to do the same. After all, the next opportunity may be yours. Will you answer the call?
Hugs,
Shellie
Monday, August 30th, 2010
She walked into the parts store on an errand for her husband and offered a routine greeting to the man behind the desk. What followed was a curious exchange between two strangers.
“How ‘ya doing?”
“Do you really care?”
“Yes!”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Nobody really cares.”
“I do! Do you want me to pray for you?”
“Two people have already prayed for me today.”
“Well, bow your head. I’m fixing to be the third.”
My friend promptly lowered her own head without stopping to see if he was following suit and called on Father God to witness His outrageous love to the man before her— and to send someone after her to confirm it. When she looked up, she found the man unmoved by her prayers but she didn’t let his lack of response faze her either. Her part was done. She turned to his curious co-worker. “Do you want me to pray for you?”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m good.”
I had to laugh when I heard my friend’s story. I love the gumption, the chutzpah. Of course, I didn’t know I’d need to draw on it the very next day when a lady I’d just met asked me to join her at a bed in the CCU unit to pray for her comatose daughter. With remarkable strength the mother told me that doctors were saying her baby girl, a woman my own age, would not pull through. Her desire was that thru her only child’s death other family members might be brought to life in Christ Jesus. Am I the only one thinking of John 3:16? As I bowed my head, I was exceedingly grateful for the fresh reminder that we who believe are only called to be vessels. God’s power doesn’t rest on our faltering words. It’s why I could pour Him out on that sweet family. It’s why you’re equipped to do the same. After all, the next opportunity may be yours. Will you answer the call?
Hugs,
Shellie
