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My question is simple,
How do we know our faith works?
How I love listening to the successes of Christians personal walk, and their faith testimonies.
I once met a young man who was discouraged in his faith.
I asked him, "What did the Lord do for you yesterday"?
His response startled me, "I don't know was his reply".
"Did you say good morning to him", I asked.
He seemed stumped.
I then said, " James, could I buy you breakfast." as I pointed across the street to a small deli.
His pursed lip softened to just a crack of a corner smile.
Fried eggs, toast with grape jelly, coffee with real cream, how we enjoyed every bite.
Hunger has its way, a driving force now calmed as we sat sipping refills.
An hour maybe less, the bill now paid I asked. " James I know you are married how are the two of you doing"? His face told the story.
Then the most amazing thing happened. The Lord said, "Joseph give this man a hundred dollar bill and send him on his way with a secret mission". "Tomorrow your are to invite your wife to breakfast at this same deli and you must tell her five times from the time you enter this deli, out loud how much you love her." I could see those gears just a turning, a little fear mixed with intrepid.
Well, now you can write the ending to this story yourself. It turned out a powerful couple who never looked back, because Jesus had breakfast with them that morning.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
I call them Faith Stories, and I ask who can tell me a time when their faith worked?
OK, people one at a time, we must have order here.
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Jofes
My question is simple,
How do we know our faith works?
How I love listening to the successes of Christians personal walk, and their faith testimonies.
I once met a young man who was discouraged in his faith.
I asked him, "What did the Lord do for you yesterday"?
His response startled me, "I don't know was his reply".
"Did you say good morning to him", I asked.
He seemed stumped.
I then said, " James, could I buy you breakfast." as I pointed across the street to a small deli.
His pursed lip softened to just a crack of a corner smile.
Fried eggs, toast with grape jelly, coffee with real cream, how we enjoyed every bite.
Hunger has its way, a driving force now calmed as we sat sipping refills.
An hour maybe less, the bill now paid I asked. " James I know you are married how are the two of you doing"? His face told the story.
Then the most amazing thing happened. The Lord said, "Joseph give this man a hundred dollar bill and send him on his way with a secret mission". "Tomorrow your are to invite your wife to breakfast at this same deli and you must tell her five times from the time you enter this deli, out loud how much you love her." I could see those gears just a turning, a little fear mixed with intrepid.
Well, now you can write the ending to this story yourself. It turned out a powerful couple who never looked back, because Jesus had breakfast with them that morning.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
I call them Faith Stories, and I ask who can tell me a time when their faith worked?
OK, people one at a time, we must have order here.
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Jofes