Posted in General Posts by Angela on 10/17/2010
I haven't blogged in a long time, so I know this is much needed. I am reading: Reckless Faith, Let Go and Be Led By: Beth Guckenberger, and I wanted to share a passage with everyone. This is a bit lengthy but worth every bit of it. I encourage you to take the time to read it to completion. I hope it touches you the way it touched me.
"Pleas for more food are ringing in Edgar's ears. He's the director of a children's home with over fifty children, and he carries the burden of providing for each one. It is November and starting to get cold. "Should we use our remaining money for heat, blankets, or food? He wonders.
Had Edgar picked up the phone and call our ministry, we would have brought over some food for the evening meal. But in his heart Edgar knew that neither he nor the children should grow dependant on mere humans. It wasn't his pride that kept him from calling us that afternoon; rather it was a fear that the children would be tempted to put mere humans on the pedestal that is fit only for a King.
So Edgar prays. Then he decided to have the children join him in his prayers. That Saturday afternoon, he and the children sit down to pray for a dinner they have not yet received: "Dear Lord, we thank you for the numerous blessings on these children and for this home. We humbly ask that you would provide a meal for us tonight."
Suddenly he is interrupted by Joel, one of the youngest boys. "Tio, says Joel slowly, "we're praying for God to bring us dinner? What kind of food does God deliver? …….Do you think…Will the Lord bring us meat?" …. To a little boy whose diet is mainly beans and rice, tortillas and hot dogs, meat seems like a mighty request. Edgar challenges him to ask anything in the Lord's name and expect Him to respond. 
That evening , as Todd ( a missionary who partnered with Edgars children's home) drives home from a convention center, with the bed of his truck overflowing with some of the best cuts of meat money can buy, he calls me. "Beth, this is way more than our freezer can handle. I'm going to start dropping it off at the orphanage on the way home. Will you call and let them know I am coming?"
…. So I call Edgar back to report what kind of meat it was. "Praise God! He breathes into the phone; then he asked me to hold, as he shouts out to the children that the Lord's response to their prayers is on its way over.
Those children prayed that day with the faith of a mustard seed (do you know what the faith of a four-year-old orphan looks like?) and the mountain moved. And it's still moving!
