Becoming
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Randy
Kilgore
"Would you pray for my sister?” the burly worker asked awkwardly. I eyed him suspiciously. Months earlier, muggy August heat intensified emotions in the pre-strike atmosphere of the assembly plant where I was working that summer. Managers drove production at a frenzied pace and union members resisted. During breaks, we were coached by union officials on slowing down our output. My faith and idealism got me in the doghouse because I didn’t think God would accept anything but my best effort. I naively tried to explain. My co-workers’ response was harassment, and this burly worker asking for prayer had been the ringleader. An undesirable task? I got the assignment. Off-color jokes had me as the star. |
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Read: Luke: 7:1-10 |
Like
the centurion in Luke 7, people in the storms of life don’t waste time
or mince words.
They go directly to the people whose faith they’ve tagged as real. We need to be those people. Do our lives mark us as a go-to person in touch with God? (Luke
7 -Audio-)
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When he heard about Jesus, he sent elders of the Jews to Him, pleading with Him to come and heal his servant. — Luke: 7:3 |
We
give to others what they need
No greater help and care Than when we intercede for them And bear them up in prayer. —D. De Haan Even
the hardest of souls might ask for help
when someone they love is at risk. |
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| Bible
in a Year: Deut. 30-31; Mark 15:1-25 |
"Reflexions from Our Daily Bread"
Posted by: Ben Ayala : benayalal@gmail.com
Thanks to the Sources at: rbc[dot]org -and- odb[dot]org |
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