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Faith Filled Friday – Life’s Challenges

January 20, 2018

I’ve been praying for both my friend Joe (not real name) and my sister Judy mainly for salvation but also for healing. I felt a peace after the first time I prayed last week. I have often heard of death-bed confessions and figured there was also death-bed salvation.
When I was a young teenager my friend Beverly lost her father one Sunday night. He would bring her to church and leave. He often said he did not need to go to church. I was in the choir that Sunday evening and saw him sitting beside her. I was a surprised since he had never stayed for any service. Beverly told me her father had cried a little during the service and had said something to the Pastor on the way out, but she was busy talking to someone else and did not hear what he said. He passed away in his sleep that night. Beverly is convinced her dad accepted Christ during the service and God took him home.
Rebecca’s friend Joe is showing some signs of improvement. He is still in ICU with a feeding tube and whatever else. Rebecca keeps me posted on his condition, but doesn’t always understand the medical lingo.
I tried to get in touch with my sister Judy in California, but could not get through on her phone. I tried an email but never got a response. Neither one of my other sisters had any better luck. My sister in Texas called me a little while ago to let me know Judy was not doing well. Judy’s granddaughter had called her.
The last time I talked to Judy she told me that prayers didn’t work. Sometimes we don’t get the answer we want so it’s easy to say they don’t work. God may be telling us “Wait a bit” or even simply “No” like any parent would do. Asking God to forgive you and save you from hell ALWAYS works. Asking Him for ten million dollars–probably not.
Unfortunately, I’ve never kept in touch with Judy as well as a sister should have. I have never talked to her about her grandchildren. Honestly, I don’t have a good excuse, or even a lame one.
Her life was on the West coast and mine on the East. We haven’t seen each other in 30 years. It’s truly a shame how we let all the business of living get between us. I know it happens to others. Many of my patients told me the same sad story of how their family is scattered across the country for whatever reason. Some come to visit; some only phone; and some they rarely hear from at all. My sister who passed away was good about phoning everyone once a month. I’m trying to do that now. Just something to keep in touch.
Please keep me, Joe, Rebecca, and Judy in your prayers. Tomorrow I’m helping Rebecca clean Joe’s duplex again. We’re hoping to finish it tomorrow. I have my doubts, but I’ll keep you posted. I never realized Joe was such a severe alcoholic until I saw the mess he lived in. My sinuses are stuffed up now and getting back into that filth is not going to be easy.

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