
2 Timothy 2:15 “Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.”
In 1985, I sat with my family in the pew of our little Seventh Day Adventist Church in Oakdale, California. My husband age 38 had just retired from Dentistry in Ridgecrest, California, after working 14 years in the upper Mojave Desert. The choice of moving to the Western Slope of the Sierra’s was to provide us time to enjoy our two sons, Roger and Walter, and have a nearby church school for them to attend.
Walter was two years old, and been miraculously saved from a near drowning . . . in our own covered pool. He had no heartbeat, even with daddy doing CPR, me doing CPR, we prayed as a family, as Dr. Foster ran down the street from his house to yell, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
The phone call from Singapore, from my husband’s Aunt Viola was an invitation for us to come. They needed a Dentist to fill in. . . and we boarded the plane to far away places, with strange sounding names. The second phone call was from my husband’s childhood dentist, who was the dentist in Singapore working at the Youngblood Hospital. His Uncle was the President of the Singapore Seventh Day Adventist University of the South East Asian Division. Their home would be our home, as they took their furlough back to USA.
Our retirement had been cut short, when we lost a million dollars. . . and we both begin looking for a job. I found a Dental Hygienist was needed, and began to work, with Rog becoming Mr. Mom, watching baby Walter, who helped him go golfing at the Oakdale Golf and Country Club.
That Sabbath, my brother Franklin and his wife Sharon, and their two children about the age of my sons, returned from being missionaries in Malawi, Africa. They needed a home and place for Him to work, another Dentist among five now in our family.
That morning our church was busting at the seams, with people everywhere. Sabbath School Departments were overflowing with interested guests, and from the outside, one would say, we had a very exciting church and elementary school, children, Dorcas Society and everyone working and praying for our church to grow. P.S. And it did grow, we began a Spanish church group.
This particular Sabbath in Oakdale, I felt impressed ” to obey” words that seemed to be spoken to me in the color red. . .as if God intended me to do something. . . that did not seem right. . . because what I understood was, “Go rip up the preacher’s sermon.” Certainly that would be wrong, people would not understand, and Gary Waterhouse, his wife and children were our best friends. . . .we played and ate together many times, on Sabbath, as the children played a game of guess what Bible characters they were acting out, in the backyard swimming pool.
My Bible was open to the story of Onesimus, the friend of Paul. How could I embrass myself, and go to the front of the church, and rip up the preacher’s sermon. . .. surely this could not be from the Holy Spirit. I wrestled with the idea, Walter sitting next to me, daddy and Roger in the pew. They could not know the struggle inside me. . .They could not know the fear I had of denying the Holy Spirit….what would become of me, if I denied to obey? I could not put this thought away!
I begin to barter with God, maybe I could avoid being embarrassed, so the verse unlined in my red pencil, I would obey, if Gary read this verse. What were the chances, Gary would read this verse, in a church packed with members, visitors and overflowing into the baby’s cry room?
My restless body, turned, and became uncomfortable, as the sermon continued on about this loyal servant Paul was sending back home to be a witness. I find myself sighing even now, knowing I would hear Gary read the text, and I knew I would have to get up, and obey those words, I moved to his pulpit, sat down crying on a chair on the stage. Gary continued “reading” his altar call.
Gary would “continue reading his altar call” that he had written into his sermon, but he, come to find out, could not read the altar call for six years, he had not made an altar call, to invite his congregation to learn more about Jesus, His love, His care, His devotion to walk and talk with us.
The congregation began to move, visitors were coming forward, and Ben a young student in my junior room class came foward, in a group of twenty people that morning. People were amazed at how many were in need of giving their lives to the Lord that day. A friend went to the back to pray, she knew God was moving in a way they had never seen before. Carol/ not her real name, was so moved, she began to count how many people came forward. I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do or say. Carol counted twenty people who came forward because of the altar call.
Sadly the minister had no plans of “what to do” if someone did come forward with the altar call. He had no invitation to enter Bible 101 class, or had no pen and paper, to write down their names and get their addresses, so he could encourage them.
Church was dismissed, and what was to come my way. . . was to turn an event of God using the minister to finally “read” his written word, and Gary was frightened. . . to the point. . . he blamed me. . . for ripping up a note he had on his pulpit…as he continued reading the written sermon….that was written because he did not want to make a mistake….but he had not been able to read the altar call…until that day.
I sigh again. What could I have done, without the training I would receive later. . . years later. . . when I was invited to give a two week seminar in Romania. Then the head elder, a young Romanian Minister, Pastor Titus, looking like a Roman God, with his beautiful wife Ester, taught me how to give an altar call. . . because when it was written in the sermon. . . it was my time to stand up, go the podemn after the picture was shown of Jesus. . .and my legs didn’t want to work. . .the Pastor waved for me to follow him. . .as Emalian stepped unto the stage, I followed.
“If there is anyone here today, who would like to hear more about Jesus, please fill out the little pamphlets we gave you at the door and come forward. Behind me was picture of a rainbow, with children who looked very much like my own son Roger, awaiting the coming of Jesus. In front of me were little children sitting on round cane chairs, whose feet did not touch the floor. They would swing their feet as I gave the lecture with slides, and they woud listen to the lady from the United State of America, speaking in English, as Pastor Titus spoke his words, as my interpreter.
Could we one day find our churches full of divine agents, ready to give a sermon about Jesus, His love, His care, His patience and understanding. . . to an audience ready to come forward in an altar call to learn more about Him?
Can we begin to see a movement, going on in our own country, where 76 were baptized in Colorado and 23 in Missouri over Easter this year?
Never before have we seen a movement in our Government to end Freedom of Speech, purchased by the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ, to give us permission to speak up, and come boldly unto the Throne of Grace to find help in the time of need.
I have a nervous laugh. . . at the moment. . . thinking of how the trip to Romania began to shape my thinking of many ways to show others the story of Jesus. And His persistant urging to get us to open our Bibles, and let the Bible speak the words of Life.
Recently an old 92 year old saint in our Bible Study Class at her house, began reading her Bible from Genesis. . . and found our God created Earth in six literal days, from darkness to light, and then rested on the 7th day. . . the day Jesus himself was found teaching in the synagogues. . . the day He created for rest to begin at sundown on the sixth day of creation.
And I must ask why the calendars in Italy begin on the Second Day of Creation. . . so the Day of the Sun. . .so renamed. . . when the Romans changed the calender…so their day of worshipping the Sun God, Isis, would end up on the ….weekend…..with both Saturday and the first day of Creation would be Days off?
It’s 7:51 am, and Sabbath for me began last night. I was weary from the saddness of the accident, and ready for bed very early. Which makes getting up at 5:55 a.m. very easy.
If, I have been chosen to obey the Lord, certainly others would be confused. . . about a woman with her family. . . obeying a voice, to rip up the preacher’s sermon. And the result of 20 people coming foward to learn more about Jesus. . .would begin a. . . revival of primative Godliness. . . by those who hear the word of God and want to hear more about his love and forgiveness?
Are we prepared to share more about the love of Jesus, and annoint the sick, pray for the sick, lame and lazy, as my father would mutter. . . as we go about our business of healing the sick, raising the dead, like the twelve disciples of Jesus?
Are we prepared to be a disciple of Jesus Christ, the son of God, the Son of Man? Can we become His Sons and Daughters, because He wants to adopt us, and take us to the mansions He has prepared for us?
If so, consult the first book of the Bible, and learn why our planet was created to be destroyed by an angel created to glorify God, and who changed instead to make war against God’s Government. This is why we are here. . .for us to judge between Freedom purchased for us by Our God, His Son, and His Holy Spirt.
Take the challenge to be like Jesus, and attend a church that supports his mission of freedom within the boundaries of ten easy laws, that supports the King of kings and Lord of lords, Jesus Christ, Our Messiah!
Shabbat Shalom. . .is blessing on your and your family, this Sabbath day of rest from the worry, of this earth, and dwell on the fullness of His time. . .that has come to reveal His power over evil. . . in Revelation 11, as the plagues begin to fall. . . let our hearts beat for the Good Shepherd, who knows His sheep will follow Him. Amen . . . which means “so be it.”
You have a choice. . .
I have a duty to perform today . . by default the men have cloistered to have their own men’s retreat, leaving the women to hold down the fort. And pray this old lady finds the right words to say today. . .