(WISDOM)CAFE SOZO

COMMENT: Isn’t it quite a thrill when God uses you in an unexpected but marvelous way? Well, Saturday I had one of those experiences. I was shopping at Wal Mart – not recommended on the weekend because of the crowds – about to purchase some antacid. There was a woman standing next to me pondering what she should buy. For some reason, she started telling me the symptoms she had and that doctors could not find the problem. She inquired as to which antacid she should take. Well, I’m not a doctor and I don’t play one on TV; however, after a few minutes I asked her if she had consulted Jesus, The Great Physician? And then, in the mist of a crowded Wal Mart store, I laid hands on her and prayed for her healing. I have been saved for about 25 years and I don’t recall ever doing that before. I didn’t care who was around because I knew we were in the presence of the Lord. Driving home, I tried to figure out how I had the boldness to do what I did. I thought about the inspirational CD I was given with the songs my church choir will sing Easter morning. I played that CD in the car continuously all day long. Then another thought came to me. For the first time in a long while, I had prayed in tongues for a half hour before leaving home. No matter what it was, I am still rejoicing that the Holy Spirit prompted me to do what I did and that I was obedient. Now I want to get something straight. . . .I’m not “all that”. I’m just the branch and Jesus is the Vine.You and I can do no good works unless we are abiding in Him. (John 15:5)

SCRIPTURE STUDY: Mark 16:18, Ephesians 3:12 and 6:19

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama.

Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments

in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now

they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama.

The judge’s poem sums it up quite well.

America the Beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims’ pride;
I’m glad they’ll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God’s love
and a need to always pray.

We’ve kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We’ve voted in a government
that’s rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God’s not angry,
that our land’s a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven
and forgive us of our sins,
He’ll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
if you don’t – then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.

~Judge Roy Moore

Pass this on and let’s lift Judge Moore up in prayer.
He has stood firm and needs our support.

IN GOD WE TRUST!