Christian Reflection and Prayer

Come with me   To a third grade classroom..... There is a 
Nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of  A sudden,
there is a puddle between his feet and  The front of his
pants are wet. He thinks his  Heart is going to stop because
he cannot  Possibly imagine how this has happened. It's 
Never happened before, and he knows that when 
The boys find out he will never hear the end of 
It. When the girls find out, they'll never speak
To him again as long as he  Lives.
 The boy Believes his heart is going to stop; he
puts his  Head down and prays this prayer,
'Dear God, this Is an emergency! I need help now!
Five minutes  From now I'm dead  Meat. ' He looks up 
From his prayer and here comes the teacher with 
 A look in her eyes that says he has been  Discovered.
 As the  Teacher is walking toward him, a class mate 
Named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is  Filled with
water. Susie trips in front of the Teacher and inexplicably
dumps the bowl of water  In the boy's Lap.  The boy 
Pretends to be angry, but all the while is  Saying to himself,
'Thank you, Lord! Thank you,  Lord!'
Now all of a Sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, 
The boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher  Rushes him
downstairs and gives him gym shorts To put on while his pants
dry out.  All the other Children are on their hands and knees
cleaning  Up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. 
But as life would have it, the ridicule that  Should have been his
has been transferred to Someone else - 
Susie, She tries to  Help, but they tell her to get out. You've
done  Enough, you  Klutz!'
 Finally, at The end of the day, as they are waiting for the 
Bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers,  'You did that on
purpose, didn't you?'
Susie Whispers back, 'I wet my pants once  Too.'
May God help  Us see the opportunities that are always around 
Us to do Good..
Remember.....Just going to Church doesn't make you a Christian
any more Than standing in your garage makes you a  Car.
Each and Everyone one of us is going through tough times  Right
now, but God is getting ready to bless you In a way that only He
can.           KEEP THE FAITH!
Prayer:
Father, I ask  You to bless my friends, relatives and those 
That I care deeply for, who are reading this Right now. Show
them a new revelation of Your Love and power. Holy Spirit,
I ask You to Minister to their spirit at this very moment. 
Where there is pain, give them Your peace and Mercy..
Where there is self-doubt, release a  Renewed confidence
through Your grace. Where  There is need, I ask you to fulfill
their needs.  Bless their homes, families, finances, their 
Goings and their comings. 
         AMEN

Scripture:

"Their is to sit still".  (Isaiah 30: 7 KJV)

Reflection:

I have come to the realization in my life
that inner stillness is an absolute necessity
to knowing God.  I remember learning this
during a time of great crises and turmoil in
my life.  Everything in me, my entire being,
seemed to throb with anxiety, and the sense
of need was immediate and powerful action
was absolutely overwhelming.  Yet the
circumstance were such that I could do nothing
to overcome my crises.
This is when I discovered that to overcome my
crises I needed to be still in my spirit and "rest"
in God.  It was during this crises I effectively
learned that my "strength is to sit still"
You see there is perfect passivity that is not
laziness.  It is a living stillness born of trust
in Christ.  I YEARN FOR THAT STILLNESS,
I LIVE FOR THAT STILLNESS, I HAVE
RECEIVED THAT STILLNESS THROUGH
JESUS CHRIST.

A little girl went to her bedroom and
pulled a glass jelly jar from its
hiding place in the closet..
She poured the change out on the
floor and counted it carefully.

Carefully placing the coins back in
the jar and twisting on the cap, she
slipped out the back door and made
her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store
with the big red Indian Chief sign
above the door. She waited patiently
for the pharmacist to give her some
attention, but he was too busy at this
moment. Tess twisted her feet to make
a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared
her throat with the most disgusting
sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her
jar and banged it on the glass counter.
That did it!

'And what do you want?' the pharmacist
asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm
talking to my brother from Chicago whom
I haven't seen in ages,' he said without
waiting for a reply to his question.

'Well, I want to talk to you about my
brother,' Tess answered back in the
same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really
sick....and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has
something bad growing inside his head
and my Daddy says only a miracle can
save him now. So how much does a
miracle cost?'

'We don't sell miracles here, little girl.
I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the
pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it.
If it isn't enough, I will get the rest.
Just tell me how much it costs.'

The pharmacist's brother was a well
dressed man. He stooped down and
asked the little girl, 'What kind of a
miracle does your brother need?'

' I don't know,' Tess replied with her
eyes welling up. I just know he's really
sick and Mommy says he needs an
operation. But my Daddy can't pay for
it, so I want to use my money.'

'How much do you have?' asked the
man from Chicago .

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess
answered barely audible.
'And it's all the money I have, but
I can get some more if I need to.'

'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled
the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---
the exact price of a miracle for little
brothers.'

He took her money in one hand and
with the other hand he grasped her
mitten and said 'Take me to where
you live. I want to see your brother
and meet your parents. Let's see if
I have the miracle you need.'

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton
Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in
neuro-surgery. The operation was
completed free of charge and it wasn't
long until Andrew was home again and
doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking
about the chain of events that had led
them to this place..'That surgery,' her
Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle..
I wonder how much it would have cost?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how
much a miracle cost...one dollar and
eleven cents...plus the faith of a little
child. In our lives, we never know how
many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of
natural law, but the operation of a higher
law.

A MIRACLE FROM GOD!