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Topic: Willingness (02/21/05)
TITLE: Faith Walk
By Kathy Bruins
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“Well, I’ve been walking in this neighborhood on Tuesdays praying for the community and wondered if you had any specific requests that I can pray for you.
“No!” she snapped as the door slammed. The torn curtains were also closed. What are they trying to hide, I wondered. Perhaps it’s safer if I just leave.
I know I shouldn’t be discouraged, but it’s hard not to be when all I want is to help. Yet, I know that some do not understand the ways of God. Perseverance is what I think Paul called it. Keep going…don’t give up!
Up to the next house I walk. The well-kept house was modern in style. They probably didn’t need prayer, but I will go anyway. I rang the doorbell. I felt relief as a bright and cheerful face greeted me at the door.
“Hello!” I started. “I’m from the church down the street and have been walking and praying for this community on Tuesday nights. I wonder if you have any specific prayer requests.”
“That is sooo sweet of you!” she melodiously answered. “Here…” she handed me a $20 bill
“I hope you raise all the money needed. Thank you so much for visiting me!” and the door was closed.
Not sure what to do, I slipped the $20 through her mail slot in her door. I turned and began down the walk. “Lord, I’m trying…it doesn’t seem to be working.” I prayed. Just then, I glanced at the house where I was before…the house with the eye peeking out. There was a woman outside sitting on the doorstep. She wore jeans and a maroon pullover sweatshirt…both looking like they could use a tumble in the washing machine.
“Lord, she slammed the door in my face. You can’t want me to go back!” I pleaded.
I knew Jesus wanted me to go back…even if it meant another bad response, but it was up to me. Slowly, I walked over to the house and up to the woman smelling cigarette smoke as I drew close. She never looked at me until I was a few feet from her.
With tired eyes, she looked up. “Now what?” she sighed.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I felt the Lord telling me to come back and see you again. Is there anything I can do for you?”
With eyes misting, she said, “The Lord, huh? What’s He care?”
Kneeling to her level, “I know that He loves you very much. He cares about you. Really!”
“Maybe that’s why I came out here…to see if you would come back. Most people don’t come back….they aren’t willing to get involved.”
I squirmed a bit and said, “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure I wanted to try again, but I’m glad I did. Can we talk?”
“I’d like that,” as her the tears freely flowed.
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