Saturday, January 3, 2015

New Year's Eve & Prayer Request...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I discussed how scripture is so very important to us.

Today, I want to discuss something that is truly important.

On Wednesday, December 31st... New Year's Eve, I went to visit my daughter P, and her family.  Together, we celebrated my grandson S's birthday, enjoying a delicious dinner and birthday cake.  Once again, I wish S, Happy Birthday!

To be sure, S was very happy at having not just relatives, but also friends with him, who were staying overnight.

After leaving P's home, I was driving across town, and looked at my van's clock.  It was then, that I decided to stop at a church in the downtown/central area of Windsor.  First Baptist Church, was where I drove to.

I must admit, I am thankful that my Facebook (FB) friend, J had let us know about the New Year's Eve worship service that was scheduled.  Thank you, J!  May God bless you.

The worship service had just begun, before I entered the sanctuary.

People were giving testimonies.  Others, gave thanks to our Lord.

Yes, I did this, also!

We also had wonderful music sung by us, and by a lady who had a wonderful voice.  She was sitting in the pew area, like the rest of us, but had a strong lovely voice.  It was a blessing to listen to her sing.

As the time grew closer to midnight, a woman introduced the man who was going to give a sermon. 

This lady let us know that the church's current pastor was out of town, due to his mom not being well.  So, the church's previous pastor, who was retired, had agreed to speak at the New Year's Eve service.

We were also told that this woman had let the retired pastor know that he did not have to give a sermon, or even attend that evening.  Why?  Because his wife had just died.  And, would be buried, today... Saturday.

Even so, the pastor had insisted on participating in the worship service, and giving a sermon.  I must admit, the sermon he gave was wonderful. 

A true blessing to not just folks who attended the worship service to honour God.  But, also to his family members who were with us, also.

I must admit, it truly touched my heart that this retired pastor, who I had never before met, or heard preach, did so.

It reminded me, of when my husband Gordon, died.  How where I worshipped at the time, they recorded me singing, the day before Gordon's funeral.  And, how I stepped up to the microphone and actually spoke at his funeral.

Not many people I know have ever done this.

But, this retired pastor did.

This told me that he was a very strong brother in the Lord.  A man, who trusts in our Lord.  Someone, who relies upon scriptures inspired by God, in the Bible.  And, someone who is not conformed to this world.  Someone, who presented himself as a living sacrifice.

Much like we read, in Romans 12:1-2, "I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."

I must admit that this retired pastor proved to us, what was the good and acceptable will of God.  For, it was His will to have him attend this service, and preach.  Even though grief was inside him.

Please know that when he gave his sermon, he never mentioned his wife.  She was not part of the message he intended to preach.

Afterwards, he had us all gather in a circle.  We held hands.  Some people, like me, were part of the circle who stood within a pew in the centre of the sanctuary.

He prayed.

Then, we all sang a hymn, together.  And, wished each other Happy New Year, because it was then, after midnight.

Hugging and shaking hands with people, and wishing all Happy New Year, took a few minutes.

I made sure I did this, with my FB friend J, who had let me know about this special service.  And, I made sure that I also approached the retired pastor, who had blessed us, with his preaching.

Looking at him, I could see the pain in his eyes.

I hugged him, and thanked him for participating. 

Then, I also let him know that I felt badly for him, regarding his loss of his wife.

I commented that being a widow, I know how hard it is to feel the grief that even fellow Christians feel, when they lose a spouse they love.

And, I let him know I would pray for him.  And, his family.

So, please... join me in prayer for this wonderful, yet broken-hearted brother in the Lord, who was strong enough to honour God, even in his pain.

Thank you, my friend.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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