Haha. I had no clue what I was going to title this blog until I practically looked at the title box, then starting singing "can't fight this feeling anymore" in my head. Thanks Reo Speedwagon. And yes, I had to look up that one, so don't be impressed with my musical knowledge. And no, this isn't an entry about my love life. This is an entry about giving up my seat on the sidelines and diving in head first.
But briefly, as promised: the award show...
The award for FLLT (fast like lightning texter) goes to Kelli Dailey. You beat out Anna Pruden by a mere 3 minutes to be the first person to text me in response to my last blog entry. Say hello to the Dailey clan for me!
Stealing his way into the award show for the second time: the award for MFS (most frequent skyper) goes to Andrew Dockery. Again, you are the man.
And also stealing another position for the second blog in a row: the award for MSMTA (most snail-mail to Africa) goes to Jenna Rae. I got a fourth letter from you today (Mom and Dad, I got your's today too! No package yet though).
Aight. Back to business.
I can't fight this feeling anymore; this feeling that the last blog is incomplete. I presented a story of a family who is in need, and simply asked you to pray. I believe in the power of prayer. It is a mighty thing. But I also believe that we use it as a crutch. We see people in need, feel sorry for them, then we leave them the way we found them, saying "I'll pray for you" (when in all actuality that probably means we'll pray for them once if they're lucky, cause more than likely we'll forget). So we use one of the most powerful tools that we can ever receive to avoid the chance of letting God interrupt our lives for His sake.
I was invited to a dinner the other night at Pastor Harold's house where I was given an opportunity to talk with the mother from the story. I could barely keep myself composed. One of the greatest things that evening wasn't even something that she said to me. The TV was on in the background while we were all gathered in the living room eating, and a gospel choir came on. They started sining an amazing rendition of "Holy, Holy, Holy". The rest of us were fixed on our conversations, but I glanced over at her during the middle of the song, and she was glued to the TV. She was literally hanging on every lyric that they sang. You would've thought that there wasn't a single person in the room besides her by the focus she had. This lady, sitting in a friend's home hundreds of miles away from her husband, was absolutely glowing with joy at the supremacy of Christ. Again, my circumstantial joy was given a beating.
I have no clue where any of you are financially. So please do not feel like I'm cornering you. If you're in a pinch, then continue to pray (and even if you're not). But if God's given you some excess, then I would ask that you prayerfully consider helping this family out with me. I found out that they have $350 (ballpark figure) of overdue payments to the water company. I also found out that for around $50-60/month, this family of four can have good electricity AND keep the water running. So if you have an odd feeling in your gut right now, and have extra or are willing to let God rearrange your dinner-plans or interrupt another area of your life, then I would ask you to join me and reunite this family... for good.
My mom's been gracious to help me with this stateside. You can send any money to her at our home address with the memo being "Zambia - Pastor". (If you need our home address, just message me on facebook). She'll need to have all the money by the 31st of August if at all possible, so she can wire it to me, then I'll take care of it on this side of the world. I know it's short notice, but God's done a lot in a few seconds and days before; we've got over a week, and we've got Him on our side.
-JA
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