What’s With Him?
Renny, rudely awakened by the sound of his alarm, reached over and pressed it off. With determined machination he rose from the bed, stripped his nightclothes, weighed in at eighty-three kilograms, and dressed himself for the day. Blinking his eyes he progressed to the bathroom, flipping the computer on as he passed through the family room, then to the kitchen to brew a coffee, and back to the computer.
Once settled he opened E-sword to read the Scriptures, “Today the laying on of hands,” he thought. Renny liked to refresh himself on the things he believed, and reading God’s word was always an adventure as the Lord encouraged him.
“Ah, Father, its so good to be in your presence,” he murmured, “Thank you for encouraging me through your word. Father, as I go through the day, may your kingdom be manifest in the opportunities you bring my way, whilst we walk together. I ask in the name of Jesus your son, amen.” He sat silently, contemplating, meditating on the things he’d read: listening for the inner voice of the Holy Spirit.
Walking to work Renny approached a dejected young Billy, sitting, weeping on the sidewalk.
“What’s wrong, Billy?” he asked, placing a comforting hand on the young boy’s shoulder.
“I lost my lunch money,” Billy explained, describing the passing truck, and the stiff breeze that snatched the money out of his hand.
When Renny asked, Billy told him it was about that vicinity, but he hadn’t been able to locate it.
“Let’s ask God for a miracle,” suggested Renny, “Jesus said, if we asked the Father in his name, God would give us what we asked for. He’s here, listening.” And so, they proceeded to pray.
“Look!” said Billy as they concluded, and pointed to a thorn bush across the street. Something could be seen fluttering against its base. On investigation, it proved to be the missing lunch money.
“God has answered your prayer, Billy, just as he did for another young lad named Isaac thousands of years ago. He needed a sacrifice, and there it was: stuck in a thorn bush just like your lunch money.” An excited Billy rushed off to school to tell his friends of his miracle.
Reaching work Renny prayed, “Thank you, Father, for that first opportunity to show your Glory. Please grant me another as I work today in Jesus name, amen.”
Sharon brushed past impatiently. “Are you praying again?” she mocked. “Doesn’t seem to do you much good.” Sharon was often annoyed at the attention Renny attracted from the customers. It made her feel unneeded.
“Forgive her, Father,” Renny breathed, “She doesn’t understand.”
Renny was having his midday break in the lunchroom when Sharon burst in, crying.
“What’s wrong, Shar?” he asked gently.
“My daughter’s been in an accident and they don’t expect her to live. All they told my husband was, if by a very slim chance she survived she would be a vegetable for the rest of her life. They wanted to know if we wanted to turn off the life support. She’s too young to die! Who can save her now? I’m… I’m going to the hospital now to see her… probably for the last time.”
“Why not let me pray, Shar?” Renny soothed. “God promises to hear our prayers if we believe, think you can manage that? Jesus is the only one who can save her.”
Sharon nodded absently and rested in Renny’s embrace as he prayed, not only that she would live, but also would be completely healed. Thanking him Sharon rushed out.
“Thank you, Father, for being here,” Renny prayed.
It was about four that afternoon when Renny received a phone call, which he took behind the counter. Excitedly Sharon described how her daughter had recovered, and the doctors were saying it was nothing short of a miracle.
“For a moment we thought we had confused patients,” one explained. “Injuries we x-rayed this morning no longer exist. Seems like there had to have been a mix up somewhere, but we can’t pinpoint it. No one else fits the injuries or the x-rays.”
Sharon thanked Renny over, and over, and declared she wanted to know more of his faith. Renny tingled all over. “Thank you Father for your love and grace,” he prayed out loud, forgetting where he stood.
“What’s with him?” a customer asked the sales assistant serving him.
“Him?” she responded, “Oh, he’s a Christian.”
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