“Don’t ever leave your house without Jesus,” I remember Didier telling me as we sat in a taxi.
Have you ever shown up on a scene where things were not as they appeared?
Last year I discovered afresh the power of prayer. I set aside my lunch hour on Fridays to pray and fast.
Everyone knows salmon swim upstream. Attracted by the sound of rushing white water, they point themselves against the current leaping any obstacle in their way.
If we are honest, all of us expect bad news with a degree of fatalism. We feel like bad news closes in on us. It starts “out there” as something that happens to others in other countries, in other cities, on other streets. Cross your fingers and count your lucky stars you weren’t in the car, plane, or general area when that all the bad stuff went down.
Every now and then we need to go to our bookshelf, dust off an old classic and give it a reread. I recently gave that honour to Charles Finney’s Lectures on Revival. This book made me think and pray as I roll on my bicycle over pavement enjoying health, wind, and the occasional bug in the teeth.
Some time ago, I sat with a friend of mine in his new car. It still had that new car smell. I think it was a BMW, I could be wrong. I remember the rain running down the windows in cold wet contrast to the warm super comfortable leather interior. I could feel the envy seeping into my soul.