June 01, 2009
Entrée
The restaurant we are turning into a church has been vacant for two years. Even though we haven’t yet changed the large outside sign, on the marquee underneath the name of the restaurant one of our men put, “Thank You God!” The exterior of the facility is in remarkably good shape and looks so inviting that on two separate occasions we’ve had tourists come in wanting dinner because they thought we were open for business. I think when we’re finally ready to hold worship services we should change the marquee to read, “Now Serving: The Bread of Life”.
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Gail;
-----You got the most important message first! I will never forget Dessert Storm. The day before the invasion began, President Bush called for the American people to entreat God for His help in that operation. Everyday of Dessert Storm incredible success testified to God’s help. When Mr. Bush addressed the nation after the victory, He did not make the same prominent call for the American people to thank their God. Maybe I missed something in the speech, but I don’t recall even a “Thank you God” mentioned by him. As he was wrapping up his speech I was thinking, “Surely you will be a one term president. God will not stand for this! A public call for His help, and no public thank you! What a diplomatic oversight!”
-----I thank God before my family and friends and acquaintances for my health and welfare. As a child I’ve fallen from a haystack headfirst, from the top of a baseball backstop onto my arched back, I was driven to my knees by a three inch pole taken to the top of my head, and I bounced my head off a concrete sidewalk during a bicycle race. I’m obviously not the smarter for it, but God brought me through it all without debilitation. As a teen I was on my way to being sucked under by a twelve inch pipe at the bottom of a ten foot deep concrete box full of water when my hand found a good grasp upon a rebar retainer by which I was able to pull myself from certain death. Last year I hit a cow with my motorcycle and badly sprained an ankle, which I thought was a blessing after struggling to free my leg from under a five-hundred pound bike. Last Thursday I hit a deer at thirty-five mph with the same bike. Watching my chest hit the pavement, then peering into that peaceful dawn sky, unable to move for the moment, I knew God must play a little bigger role in this one if I were to get up on my own. But after x-minutes I did just that! And although I had pain, I also had all the motions (though limited) He designed for my body. So He walked me away from that one too. And with the help of some of His angels, Char, my Dad, and my brothers, to name a few, I even worked half a day Thursday and Friday, and am coming back to work again today, doing quite well.
-----It is important to ask God for help. I continually ask Him for it. If only under my normal breathe, or whether on my knees, it is ever present in my mind. But thankfulness to Him, specifically, is even more important. From the peaks of my life I look back into the troughs and thank Him. From the troughs of my life I look up at the peaks and thank Him. I thank Him between breathes, and I use those breathes to tell people. The difference between a few very minor facial abrasions and a bloody streak down the pavement with a nose tip in it is only a degree or two of angular momentum. The difference between needing a building and having such a gorgeous facility is simply a sequence of minor events, each carefully crafted by Him. And your church was wise enough to make that known! Thank you! I pray God blesses you all with that facility as much as you obviously will be blessing Him with it. And I thank God your fate will not be similar to that of President Bush, Sr.
Love you all,
Steve Corey
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