As I sat and thought about the word awesome one day, I realized this truth, I have to be in “awe” of God, to have “some” faith. Today, I became a little more in awe of God…
After waking up in the grocery store parking lot, I asked God, Please guide me to a church where I can worship you. And with that, I exited the parking lot with great anticipation! As I approached what appeared to be the edge of town, feeling a bit discouraged, I thought, Maybe I missed the church? Should I turn around Lord? Feeling compelled, however, I continued heading north on HWY 97.
Well, maybe the Lord doesn’t want me to stop, I thought. My thinking was wrong, because no sooner than I entered the small town of Hixon, as I looked to my right I saw Lighthouse Community Church—and after reading that service began at 10:30 am, I smiled BIG because it was only 9:58 am.
I parked my rig so fast that I failed to realize that I was parked in the middle of the grass parking, Oh well, I’ll come back and move it before service starts…I just want to get inside! Upon entering, I was happy to find the saints in the middle of their Sunday school lesson. And then, to my surprise a kind gentleman—whom I later learned was the Senior Pastor—named Robert quickly rose from his seat to welcome me with a warm smile and handshake.
Immediately following Sunday school, Pastor Robert directed me to a better parking spot, and during our brief conversation he asked, “So do you sing or play any instruments?”
I smiled and responded, “Yes, I actually have my guitar in my trailer.”
“Okay great! Would you like to share your testimony with us, and bless us with a few songs?”
“Sure,” I replied out of my excitement. “Let me go get my guitar.”
Service got under way, and as we all lifted our voices to the Lord in song, the liberty I experienced, and also witnessed flowing from the Pastor, let me know that the Spirit of the Lord was indeed present.
“Now we are blessed to have a visitor who is traveling through to Alaska share whatever the Holy Spirit allows him to share with us…I told him that the Lord blinded his eyes as he drove through Quesnel, so that he could be with us today!” the Pastor said, as he introduced me to the congregation. And with that, I made my way over to the piano and began to share a portion of my testimony with the saints. After playing a song on the piano, as I picked up my guitar I felt compelled to share more of my testimony with the saints and so I did…it was a wonderful opportunity to be useful to the Lord.
Following my testimony and worship, as the Pastor ministered to the congregation I began to weep, as the Lord used him to minister directly to my heart. Filled with thanks and gratitude, for being chosen to share the message of the gospel of Christ, after doing my best to wipe my tears away, I heard God say, “If you let your tears flow, they will minister to someone behind.” So seated on the front row, I wept freely and openly—snot bubbles and all J
And sure enough, after meeting many of the saints, and being invited to worship at a few different evening services, the Pastor approached me and said, “There is a man who was really moved by your testimony that I would like you to speak with.” Being directed to a man seated on the last row, as the man looked up at me with his eyes and nose wet and red from his tears, my heart was moved with compassion for him.
It was if the Lord said, “He is the reason why I brought you here.” Needless to say, I shared all that the Holy Spirit led me to share with him, and we all—him, his sister-in-law, and myself—closed our fellowship with a prayer and walked out of the sanctuary encouraged in the Lord!
No sooner than I ran out to my truck to grab copies of my books to give away, a gentleman named Terry—who had, immediately following service, invited me to ride with him to a “cowboy church service,” which was, mind you, a hour and a half drive away—asked, “Okay, are you willing to come with me?”
“Okay, because of your persistence I will go with you,” I responded, thinking, I don’t know what God has in store, but for him to wait around for forty-five minutes, it must be something pretty special! And it was…
As I rode in his car, I admitted that it felt great not to have to drive—finally, I was able to take in a full view of British Columbia’s beautiful landscapes! But before I knew it, after hearing about his life, we were at the ranch! I walked into Dave and Audry’s home with my guitar in hand, and was greeted warmly by the group of individuals pictured below.
Our fellowship together was amazing! Peter—the young, strappy, eighty-two year old man located on the far right—shared how he had just returned from evangelizing in Indonesia! Yep…double my lifetime, and add sixteen more years! “Best job I’ve ever had…working for the Lord,” he remarked. To hear the excitement in his voice, and see his eyes tear up as he recounted various accounts in which he shared the gospel of Christ with the men and women of Indonesia, truly blessed and encouraged me! (He actually just got married in December, and is now living in Indonesia—talk about the Lord restoring youth!)
After Peter shared, I was asked to share my testimony. I also pulled my guitar out and worshipped the Lord through song. Although I do not recall everyone’s name, each of their faces are truly etched in my mind and heart, as our fellowship, and subsequent home-cooked dinner together was one that I look forward to sharing with my daughter for many years to come!
Upon my return to the church parking lot, where my rig was parked, I thanked Terry for his persistence in extending the invitation, and after we shared a moment of prayer he departed, and I walked next door to Pastor Robert’s home.
As the Pastor, his lovely wife Ditta, and I fellowshipped, he shared with me how and why he knew in his heart that it was God who led me to their small church today. And then he concluded his remarks by saying, “God’s timing is perfect.” I couldn’t agree more.
The Lord is so awesome…