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Topic: IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL (don't write about the song) (04/02/15)
- TITLE: Weary but Well
By Lynn Kowal
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It was early Sunday morning in August 2008, and I was bent in prayer as a way of fortifying myself against the rigors of the day ahead.
For nine long years, my husband and I had been laboring to build a ministry that would shine as a lighthouse against the hurricane force of hopelessness that crashes against your soul day after day when you reach out to help a hurting people.
“Be not weary in well-doing” was our Lord's gentle reply.
Every day of the week during the previous nine years, that well-doing had been relentless ….
We bought thousands and thousands of dollars’ worth of groceries for our people, and helped with household duties that you would think would be totally unrelated to pulpit ministry, but yet were done in order to stabilize an often volatile home situation.
We had driven babies to day care, children to kindergarten, teenagers to school, and adults to doctors’ appointments.
We had been at the jailhouse door at 2 am in -30 degree weather waiting to pick up our released people, because it was too dangerous for them to walk, and no other option was provided.
We had prayed for the sick in their hospital beds, and charged fearlessly into a den of the drug sniffers to sing the gospel message, even as gas-soaked rags hung from these men’s mouths, and tears filled their crazed eyes.
We moved massive amounts of household furniture, and deposited store-loads of used clothing into waiting hands.
Every Saturday the local grocery store gave us dozens of loaves of day-old bread and pastries, and we distributed them to children waving outstretched arms. They called my husband “The Bread Man.”
And of all the difficult days of the week, Sunday was the worst, because after rising early and heading out on the highway to travel miles and miles and pick up isolated people who were hungry for Christian fellowship, we would then turn around and head back to the Church in time to slide up to the front, and begin.
In addition to the physical toll of the day, we would experience a spiritual swirling force of Light versus darkness – even sometimes manifesting itself towards us with drunken shouts and swearing - and we felt drained.
“For in due season you will reap.”
A few days after my Sunday morning prayer, we were absolutely flabbergasted when a fellow Christian who had been watching our ministry for those nine years, gave us $75,000 towards the purchase of the building we were renting. A few days after that, another church denomination in our city added an additional $28,000 to help with that purchase, and like Aaron and Hur these gifts held up our “Moses arms”.
Even today as the battle in our ministry continues, it seems as though outwardly we are perishing – yet inside we are being renewed day by day, and surely, it is well with my (weary) soul.
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