Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Little Girl Who Was Almost Abducted

Sara got off the bus with a small group of children. Her older sister had to stay after school so she had no one to walk home with. The other kids had scattered toward the directions of their own  homes leaving her alone.

Unbeknownst to her stood a nine-foot guardian angel. His giant hand swallowed her shoulder as he
watched and guided her toward her house. He glanced over his shoulder. The bus left exposing  snarling demons hanging in and around a small blue car. Two men inside. Their focus on the tiny blonde girl.

Sara scanned the front of the gated community. All looked normal. But she felt as if someone was watching her from behind. Rock music blared and an an engine revved.

"Don't look back. Get home!" The angel's voice boomed in Sara's head.

The little girl ran toward the metal gate door to her neighborhood. The small blue car followed closely behind. The gate that let cars in squeaked open beside her.

Her heart jumped and then raced to the pit of her throat. She thought she'd vomit and grabbed her tummy. The pink book bag on her back weighted her down as did the unsinkable fear invading her mind.

"Hey, cutie pie," a man's voice said off to her left. "Want to come for a ride with us?"

Sara turned slightly and got a quick glimpse of the blue Honda Accord and the two unkempt men. They were old, but not like her grandpa. Stale smoke wafted from the open window to her nostrils.

The guardian angel drew his sword and yelled, "Run, Sara! Run!"

The engine revved again and the two men cackled.

Sara jolted forward and wiggled out of her backpack. It landed on the sidewalk with a thud. Tears thrust into her eyes. She could barely see where she was going and where the men were. "Keep going straight!" There was that voice again.

Little did she know, a squadron of angels now lined her path toward an elderly lady who walked her toy poodle at this appointed time everyday. The dog's bladder was on a strict schedule.

Sara ran smacked dab into the older woman and went into hysterics.

The neighbor lady wrapped her arms around the child. "What's the matter, dear?" Her toy poodle growled at an oncoming blue vehicle.

"Help me!" Sara cried. "They wanted me to get into their car with them."

Earlier that day, one of her other neighbors was up early. The woman had cultivated a habit of prayer. She always prayed for God's protection and His angels to be about the perimeter of the neighborhood. She always prayed for God's warring angels to be about to battle the realms of darkness. She always prayed for every household, their families, and their children. She offered up prayers for protection, healing, salvations, and blessings for her neighbors.

Never underestimate the power of prayer. You never know whose life might be saved.

Also, yesterday afternoon right after I left for work, the little girl across the street was almost abducted. The scumbags are still at large.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Where There is No Joy

There is no joy in anger and unforgiveness. There is no joy in anxiety and worry. There is no joy in telling a white lie or a big one. There is no joy in war. There is no joy in quarreling.There is no joy in gossip and slander. There is no joy in always being right. There is no joy in divorce. There is no joy in confusion. There is no joy in fear. There is no joy in depression. There is no joy in drugs or booze. There is no joy in overeating. There is no joy in having a lot of stuff. There is no joy in overspending. There is no joy in bearing false witness against someone. There is no joy in adultery or fornication. There is no joy in greed. There is no joy when one turns a blind eye to those in need. There is no joy in mental or physical abuse. There is no joy in an abortion clinic. There is no joy in a pet euthanasia center. There is no joy in socialism, communism, or capitalism. There is no joy in politics. There is no joy being a Democrat, a Republican, or and Independent. There is no joy in a dream job. There is no joy in a Hollywood movie. There is no joy in  a reality TV show. There is no joy in Hip-Hop, Country, or Rock music. There is no joy in a strip club. There is no joy in the entertainment industry. There is no joy in being a movie star.There is no joy in being a best seller novelist. There is no joy in having millions of dollars. There is no joy in hunger or sickness or homelessness.

Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Jesus is the answer to true joy. Do you know Him? I hope you do.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Jesus Agenda

"Hey! I needed to see what your shirt said!" a women hollered from behind.

I had just stepped out of my local vitamin store, my back to her. Earlier that morning, I had decided to wear my Jesus is the Answer t-shirt. One of my prayers this morning was for God to give me one opportunity to proclaim Jesus today. He did.

I spun around to find a small teary-eyed woman.

"You go to Calvary Chapel don't you?"

"Yes. I do." I let my eyes roam her frowning face and took her hand in mine. "Is that where you attend?"

"No. I go somewhere else."

"Can I pray for you?"

"Yes. Please. My dog just died. Now I'm all alone. I feel so lost."

"If you know Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you're never alone. Do you know Him?"

She nodded.

"What is your name?"


I wrapped my arms around her, and prayed.

One thing I have learned over time is that we are not here for ourselves. Egos must shed. Personal agendas need to be distinguished. Believers need to be ready at the drop of a hat to serve Jesus. We should never be in a such hurry that we ignore the cry for help from someone in need, even if it means just a hug and saying a prayer.

Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves, do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others. Philippians 2:3-4

Jesus was never too busy for the sick, the demon-possessed, or the people who were considered dirt back in the day. His agenda was love, mercy, grace, and salvation of mankind.