Wednesday, September 9, 2009

House Call

 


"Whoever desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up His cross, and follow Me." Mark 8:34


We are a part of a small group Bible study which is held in the home of the beautiful elderly lady, Baba Nina, and her husband, Dyed Genady. Her husband is a shut in and because of his health (and sometimes hers), they are unable to get out very often, which is the main reason we meet in their home. Neither of them can hear very so we all have to speak loudly each week. Last week, after our lesson, we were talking about the importance of sharing our faith with our friends/neighbors. The sweet Baba Nina said that she isnt able to go and share much as they have been sick. We all prayed for opportunities and talked about ways to share our faith.

Well here in our country doctors still do house visits, so guess who the Lord brought to Baba Nina's apartment this week? You guessed it a doctor. This is sort of a funny. joyful, convicting story, so I hope you find the joy, humor and even convention intended. She shared tonight that a rather young well educated physician appeared at her door and she invited him in. She said he looked terrible. He made his way to their living/bedroom, the same room, just like ours. He proceeded toward the couch and plopped down, exhausted, and obviously in need of being ministered to instead of ministering. (that was the humorous part)

She began talking to him and her faith in Christ became the center of conversation. She said that he pulled his cross out of the inside of his shirt to show her that he was a "believer". He then asked to see her cross, to which she gave the absolute best answer to this question that I have personally heard or shared in our 10 years in a predominately Orthodox country: "I don't have or need a cross, I am a living sacrifice, dying to myself and taking up my cross in my life every day." She then took a long time to share the love of Jesus Christ and the fear of the Lord, things he had never heard in his life, and sure didnt learn in his years (probably 12) of medical school. She then tried to give him a Bible, where all she had shared was written, but that he was literally shaking from fear by the time she was through, as he realized for the first time in his life that that cross hanging on his neck didn't do or mean anything when he dies and stands before a righteous judge. She saw him shaking and told him there was no need to be afraid, that he just needed Jesus to believe in Him and repent and He would forgive him and take the fear away. He calmed down, took a copy of His Word, and left promising to read it. (that was the convicting part)

Michael was overjoyed and told her that she did a wonderful thing and reminded her that last week she was concerned about who to share with, and that the Lord heard our prayers and that He brought someone to her. (that was the joyfull part)
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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Dear Dear Friends

Isnt it wonderful to have dear Godly friends who understand and pray !! below is part of an encouraging note from one such friend today when I asked her to pray for our oldest in the states with Swine flu/ bronchitis :

"I will be praying for Reagan,s complete healing and for protection for all others.

I understand a Mother's heart for her son. You can count on me to faithfully lift him up.

My heart goes out to you ALL. . . .

It's so incredibly difficult when you feel helpless, like there is absolutely nothing you can do.

But then all that energy and love and desperation goes into intercession before the Throne. And that is truly the best and most powerful place to be. More powerful than being by his side touching his forehead because you are asking The Great Physician to lay His Awesome Hand on your son.

Please know that I care very much and am praying."

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I Love Saturdays


I love Saturdays, at least the last few. After homeschooling for the past 15 or so years, I am rarely ever home alone. When the children were small, my dream was always to just be in our home, by myself. Just to clean and listen to music and dance around my house or just be silent. For the second Saturday in a row, Michael, Caleb and Grace have gone to the church to help with the construction/work. Everyone knows I am an extrovert, but I still like to be alone sometimes, so I have really enjoyed it. Maybe I am just getting old. This is also the second Saturday in a row that we have had dinner guests. I love that too. We have lived overseas for 10 years now, and we have people over as guests and go to others as guests a lot, which prompts the question: Do Americans do this anymore, Have people over or go over to other's homes? Because if you don't you should, It is wonderful !!