It is late afternoon...
Right now, brilliant beams from the sun are gleaming through my open window. I can feel the warm rays as they caress my face. There is also a moderate wind that's blowing in. The cool air is blending perfectly with the sun's gentle end of summer warmth. It is a gorgeous day!
This morning, as our worship service was coming to a close, the altar call was given. A few dozen men quickly made their way from their chairs to the front of the chapel. And as hands were upraised, each man began to cry out to God in his own way.
Lately, I have been seeing this more and more. Men seeking to make their peace with God, to have their sins forgiven, or to get help in their times of distress and despair.
No one tries to restrain any of these prisoners from crying out from the depths of their souls. Some groan in desperation as they awaken to their needs. For God's work is penetrating hearts, and the Holy Spirit is working unseen, tenderly speaking to broken lives.
With today's spiritually stirring service followed by an afternoon of sunny warmth, if there is such a thing as "feeling" very close to God, then this is it.
D. B.
This morning, as our worship service was coming to a close, the altar call was given. A few dozen men quickly made their way from their chairs to the front of the chapel. And as hands were upraised, each man began to cry out to God in his own way.
Lately, I have been seeing this more and more. Men seeking to make their peace with God, to have their sins forgiven, or to get help in their times of distress and despair.
No one tries to restrain any of these prisoners from crying out from the depths of their souls. Some groan in desperation as they awaken to their needs. For God's work is penetrating hearts, and the Holy Spirit is working unseen, tenderly speaking to broken lives.
With today's spiritually stirring service followed by an afternoon of sunny warmth, if there is such a thing as "feeling" very close to God, then this is it.
D. B.
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