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Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Coincidence or Voice of God?
You know how there are times when events, circumstances, moments in time just come together so perfectly that you wish you had bought a lottery ticket at that moment because surely it would have been a winner? That moment you have just been a part of and know it's probably the only time something like that will ever happen in your lifetime?
I've actually had a few of those. Some were small, others were amusing. Like once, I threw a penny up in the air at a guy named Glen (who was throwing rocks at me. I didn't do anything to him. Really! It was night, and he was throwing rocks to see if I could get out of the way by the time that I saw them! You would throw a penny, too!). I just had a penny in my hand, and I got the idea that if I threw it up in the air really high, it could actually come down and hit him on top of the head before he ever saw it. So I threw it, and it did. He went inside after that.
Then there was the time in church. See, back in the 70's, there were these things called CB radios. They were a lot of fun, and they had their own lingo. (That's language, people.) 10-4 meant OK, policemen were "smokies" and everyone had their own "handle" or code name. My dad's was City Parson until we moved to Texas, then it was Country Parson. It was good to use the word Parson in the name, so those on the other side would be more selective in their word choices. And everyone was a "good buddy."
On this particular church night, dad was praying for something in particular. I can't remember what it was, but it was definitely a prayer of looking for God's will, and asking for an answer to prayer. At the end of his prayer, as soon as the word "amen" escaped from his lips, a loud yet friendly voice broke through and said, "That's a 10-4, good buddy!" There was a moment of silence, then peals of laughter as the audience, the choir, musicians and dad absorbed what had just happened.
I guess if the prayer was answered, we can assume it was God! Your turn: those once in a lifetime moments. Do you have any?
I've actually had a few of those. Some were small, others were amusing. Like once, I threw a penny up in the air at a guy named Glen (who was throwing rocks at me. I didn't do anything to him. Really! It was night, and he was throwing rocks to see if I could get out of the way by the time that I saw them! You would throw a penny, too!). I just had a penny in my hand, and I got the idea that if I threw it up in the air really high, it could actually come down and hit him on top of the head before he ever saw it. So I threw it, and it did. He went inside after that.
Then there was the time in church. See, back in the 70's, there were these things called CB radios. They were a lot of fun, and they had their own lingo. (That's language, people.) 10-4 meant OK, policemen were "smokies" and everyone had their own "handle" or code name. My dad's was City Parson until we moved to Texas, then it was Country Parson. It was good to use the word Parson in the name, so those on the other side would be more selective in their word choices. And everyone was a "good buddy."
On this particular church night, dad was praying for something in particular. I can't remember what it was, but it was definitely a prayer of looking for God's will, and asking for an answer to prayer. At the end of his prayer, as soon as the word "amen" escaped from his lips, a loud yet friendly voice broke through and said, "That's a 10-4, good buddy!" There was a moment of silence, then peals of laughter as the audience, the choir, musicians and dad absorbed what had just happened.
I guess if the prayer was answered, we can assume it was God! Your turn: those once in a lifetime moments. Do you have any?
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