Move!

There is a certain feeling that all people in the ministry long for. The feeling of when the spirit moves. Yes I understand that the spirit is always moving but I guess it’s easier to explain by saying when you personally feel it move. I had the opportunity to feel that such feeling this weekend. Let me try and explain it this way.

This last weekend at chapel there was that moment. I was kneeling at the altar praying, the pianist was playing, and everything around me went silent. See the last couple of years have been tough. Tough sometimes to pray, to breath, and to think. The world has seemed, at some points, to be closing in around me but at this one moment I heard silence.

As I struggled to stay focused in the quietness of my prayer I heard it. I heard “the people of God move”. I could hear their footsteps all around me. I could hear them walking to the altar. I could hear their silent prayers. I could not make out what was said but I could hear the silence and it was deafening. As someone in the ministry, I live for these moments. I thank God for that moment.

In the Bible we see how others have moved. One of my favorite stories reads like this:

Mark 2:1-12English Standard Version (ESV)

Jesus Heals a Paralytic

And when he returned to Capernaum after some days, it was reported that he was at home, And many were gathered together, so that there was no more room, not even at the door.

And he was preaching the word to them. And they came, bringing to him a paralytic carried by four men. And when they could not get near him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above him, and when they had made an opening, they let down the bed on which the paralytic lay.

And when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” Now some of the scribes were sitting there, questioning in their hearts, “Why does this man speak like that? He is blaspheming! Who can forgive sins but God alone?” And immediately Jesus, perceiving in his spirit that they thus questioned within themselves, said to them,

“Why do you question these things in your hearts? Which is easier, to say to the paralytic, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise, take up your bed and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he said to the paralytic— “I say to you, rise, pick up your bed, and go home.” And he rose and immediately picked up his bed and went out before them all, so that they were all amazed and glorified God, saying, “We never saw anything like this!”

These people were on the move. I believe those there could feel them moving. Feeling those that believed in action. That’s incredible.

Today I had the pleasure in attending a wonderful funeral service. Yes, I said “pleasure” and “wonderful”. It was so uplifting. We heard story after story of a great man doing great things. I love these type of stories. People helping people and God moving through their works.

You yourself see the people of God move daily. No, it is not the guy who stands on the corner preaching but every day we see the deeds of the good. I try and strive each day to show love to others, to be the hands and feet of Jesus, and to keep moving.

Here is your homework: Every day help someone. It can be by an action or it could be by a kind word. Let’s go people. Keep Moving!

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost sometimes
That’s why I chose this way”
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble –
needing God to be my guide
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak
and pray for strength to carry on
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed
and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion
asking humbly to be taught
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible
but God believes I’m worth it
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache
which is why I seek God’s name
When I say, “I am a Christian”
I do not wish to judge
I have no authority
I only know I’m loved
©1992 Carol Wimmer All Rights Reserved

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