21-06-2005, 07:27 AM
Time For God
"If You Have Some Time . . ."
"The Master called my name one day because He needed someone to go and I
said, " Lord, in my spare time, between school, spending time with my
husband, working from 8 to 6, and trying to co-ordinate a program for my
community to help our children do better, I will help You look. See, I know
I can't go right now cause I have so much to do."
He said " well where shall I find such a person? I thought I saw your
name on My list of available people."
"Well Lord, that was the prayer that I prayed last year, but since then,
things have changed."
He said "Like what?"
"Well I'm working on my Ph.D. and I'm needed by so many people . . . and
my husband is always wanting something done, and on top of that my community
expects me to help and give to them so..."
"Well, seeing that you're busy, I'll let you go, but we will talk again,
if you have some time."
I went on through the days, and the weeks, and the months completing my
task as always.
One evening, while studying for my comprehensive exam, I received a call
from the hospital concerning my husband. He had been in a terrible accident
and was in critical condition. I dropped everything and ran to the hospital
where I found my husband hanging on for dear life. I immediately began to
pray, "Lord, don't take him now, I can't bear it . . ." but my prayer echoed
off the wall and returned into my own ear.
That next morning I left the hospital tired and weary, and walked in the
door of my classroom just in time to begin my comprehensive exam. As the
professor began asking me questions I opened my mouth to speak but nothing
came out. In my mind, I began praying, praying hard, but my prayer echoed
again, and found myself upset at God because He was no where to be found. I
could not explain to them what was happening.
After leaving from my exams, I called in to work because I was so
distraught at all that was going on. I explained to my supervisor what had
happened and she demanded that I take some time off.
After visiting my husband in the hospital that evening, I went home and
fell into a sunken state, crying and despairing. Just then I heard someone
calling my name.
"Lord, is that You?"
"Well yes it is. Do you have some time? I wanted to see if I could just
talk . ."
Instead of waiting to hear His questions, I lashed out in anger and
resentment.
"How is it that when I needed You today, You couldn't be found and last
night I cried and cried but all I heard were echoes from the walls. My
husband is dying, I'm flunking out of school, I may not have a job and You
can just sit there and say You want to talk!"
The Lord interrupted me in my foolish speaking. "My child, I was busy,
out looking for someone to go and tell others about Me when you cried. By
the time I came to answer, you had moved on to something else. So, I decided
to let your husband rest, and keep you home for a few days. That way maybe
you would get in touch with Me, if you had some time. For you see, before
your husband, the community or your job needs you, I need you. And if all
these things take you away from Me, I have to begin taking them away from
you, in order to get a moment of your time."
I calmed down and began to cry. For I remembered my prayer of wanting to
go and do for the Lord. He said, "I just wanted to recheck with you to see
if you knew of anyone that I could send to be a witness for Me and tell
others about Me . . . any one at all?">
With tears in my eyes and feeling so unworthy I said " Lord, send me,
I'll go."
God should never have to ask us if we have some time. When He died on
the cross, He put aside everything to guarantee us Eternal Life. We should
be more than grateful to do service for the Lord, to witness for Him, and to
tell everyone we meet about Jesus. Don't let your service for Him, make it
so you don't have time for Him. Your "things," whatever they may be, get you
so tied up that God has to have an "appointment" in your yearly-planner. He
had more than enough time for us. The least we could do is have time for
Him.
"If You Have Some Time . . ."
"The Master called my name one day because He needed someone to go and I
said, " Lord, in my spare time, between school, spending time with my
husband, working from 8 to 6, and trying to co-ordinate a program for my
community to help our children do better, I will help You look. See, I know
I can't go right now cause I have so much to do."
He said " well where shall I find such a person? I thought I saw your
name on My list of available people."
"Well Lord, that was the prayer that I prayed last year, but since then,
things have changed."
He said "Like what?"
"Well I'm working on my Ph.D. and I'm needed by so many people . . . and
my husband is always wanting something done, and on top of that my community
expects me to help and give to them so..."
"Well, seeing that you're busy, I'll let you go, but we will talk again,
if you have some time."
I went on through the days, and the weeks, and the months completing my
task as always.
One evening, while studying for my comprehensive exam, I received a call
from the hospital concerning my husband. He had been in a terrible accident
and was in critical condition. I dropped everything and ran to the hospital
where I found my husband hanging on for dear life. I immediately began to
pray, "Lord, don't take him now, I can't bear it . . ." but my prayer echoed
off the wall and returned into my own ear.
That next morning I left the hospital tired and weary, and walked in the
door of my classroom just in time to begin my comprehensive exam. As the
professor began asking me questions I opened my mouth to speak but nothing
came out. In my mind, I began praying, praying hard, but my prayer echoed
again, and found myself upset at God because He was no where to be found. I
could not explain to them what was happening.
After leaving from my exams, I called in to work because I was so
distraught at all that was going on. I explained to my supervisor what had
happened and she demanded that I take some time off.
After visiting my husband in the hospital that evening, I went home and
fell into a sunken state, crying and despairing. Just then I heard someone
calling my name.
"Lord, is that You?"
"Well yes it is. Do you have some time? I wanted to see if I could just
talk . ."
Instead of waiting to hear His questions, I lashed out in anger and
resentment.
"How is it that when I needed You today, You couldn't be found and last
night I cried and cried but all I heard were echoes from the walls. My
husband is dying, I'm flunking out of school, I may not have a job and You
can just sit there and say You want to talk!"
The Lord interrupted me in my foolish speaking. "My child, I was busy,
out looking for someone to go and tell others about Me when you cried. By
the time I came to answer, you had moved on to something else. So, I decided
to let your husband rest, and keep you home for a few days. That way maybe
you would get in touch with Me, if you had some time. For you see, before
your husband, the community or your job needs you, I need you. And if all
these things take you away from Me, I have to begin taking them away from
you, in order to get a moment of your time."
I calmed down and began to cry. For I remembered my prayer of wanting to
go and do for the Lord. He said, "I just wanted to recheck with you to see
if you knew of anyone that I could send to be a witness for Me and tell
others about Me . . . any one at all?">
With tears in my eyes and feeling so unworthy I said " Lord, send me,
I'll go."
God should never have to ask us if we have some time. When He died on
the cross, He put aside everything to guarantee us Eternal Life. We should
be more than grateful to do service for the Lord, to witness for Him, and to
tell everyone we meet about Jesus. Don't let your service for Him, make it
so you don't have time for Him. Your "things," whatever they may be, get you
so tied up that God has to have an "appointment" in your yearly-planner. He
had more than enough time for us. The least we could do is have time for
Him.