One Phone Call

I know we are in the day of texting and messaging, but I can tell you there is power in a phone call. The ones to which I will refer happened in a very sensitive and low point of my life.

The first one happened in December 2013. I was sitting in a lonely parsonage with no family and no job. It was Christmas time, and I felt totally forsaken. With tears rolling down my face, I asked God to have someone call me. Within 10 seconds, my phone rang. It was 2 friends who called to cheer me up. God showed me something that night. We laughed, and I almost forgot that my life felt pretty crummy at the moment.

A few days later, I was looking for ministry positions back in this area. I found one that was part time, so I called the chairman of the committee and explained to him that I was going through a separation and divorce. He was certain that his dad who was the pastor would not have an issue with that but encouraged me to call his dad. So I called the pastor and explained the same thing to him. He told me that the gifts and calling of God are without repentance, and I was no less called now than I was before. He encouraged me to send the résumé, so I did. The church called me within 2 months.

The third call came in February 2014 from a man named Charlie. I was his pastor. The phone rang on a Sunday night. When I saw his number, I didn’t hesitate to answer because I knew there would be a safe person on the other end. I said, “Hello!” He said, “Hey there, preacher!” At that time, I had vowed I would not even preach a sermon again. Preaching was associated with all the pain of the preceding months. Charlie encouraged me to preach again. He reminded me that my calling had not changed and that evidence of that calling was present. I hung up very encouraged but still hesitant to preach.

In May 2014, I was leading worship for the small church previously mentioned. The pastor called me on a Thursday and asked if I would fill in for him because his grandson was graduating from preschool on Sunday night at a church preschool. I reluctantly said yes. I sat to lead the study that night, but God confirmed to me that I was not finished. The pastor went on to provide other preaching opportunities including his 15 year anniversary at the church. I was so honored.

Never underestimate the power of one phone call. It may be a life-changer for someone who needs a little bit of hope.

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I’m on Crutches

I know you’re looking for some kind of story where I injured myself and am hobbling around with the aid of crutches. Well, I hate to disappoint you. I have an invisible set of crutches. What on Earth could I mean?

Many people are guilty of accusing Christians for using God as a crutch. I am proud to say that I am weak and that I need the Lord. I need His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, who saved my soul when I was 6 years old. I need His direction. His strength is made perfect in weakness according to 2 Corinthians 12.

Go ahead! Tell me about my crutch! And I will proudly brag on Him and His power in my life. I can assure you that I will hold on to these crutches for the rest of my life.