TITLE: FOE TO FRIEND
By esther robinson
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Trink!…Trink!…Trink!…a telephone call at 7.30 a.m. Everyone was busy at home. Nancy was seated on the dressing table looking at the mirror. Betty stood near the dining table and was battling with the breakfast. Who will pick up the call? Trink!…Trink!…Trink!… At last Jwala came and picked up the call. She said hello and simultaneously the person at the receiving end responded. Immediately recognizing the familiar voice, she said, “Very Good Morning Uncle Joe! How was your trip to the States? When were you back? All of us at home thought of you and prayed for you when we heard about the terrible WTC crash. How is aunty? How are Binu, Minu, Biju and Binamol?” Eagerly she enquired at a stretch and then gasped for breath. “All of us are fine. We went to Singapore after our U.S. trip. I will talk to you in detail about it. By the way I called up to say that we are having our Bible Fellowship on Friday at 6.30 p.m. sharp. We are expecting you positively.”
Jwala was present for the prayer fellowship sharp at 6:15 p.m. Slowly the participants arrived. In came uncle Thomas followed by uncle George. After ten minutes gap in came Pastor Peter and sharply at 6.30 p.m. came the guest speaker Rev. Singh. All were comfortably seated after formal greetings. The song, “To God be the glory” was sung. The voices of everyone were unique. The melodious and hackneyed tone of aunty Grace led the others. After the song there was pin drop silence. Uncle Joe in his base voice broke the silence and said, “For many years I have an enemy. He always keeps tormenting me. I feel like taking revenge on him. My anger boils like milk, reaches the brim and again it dies down. I am unable to control this. I really do not know what to do. Both of us are not in talking terms and therefore we really do not have any physical problems at present. However, there is persistent pain in my mind, when I think of him and of all the evil things that he has done to me. My anger resurrects and a satanic thought calls me to take revenge. I really need to come out of this serious situation, for I have no peace at all,” said uncle Joe. “What shall I do? What is your opinion about it?” The people gathered there started giving him their piece of mind.
Jwala was very silent but hearts of hearts she prayed to the Almighty God. The Holy Spirit took control of her. She was watching and keenly listening to what the elders spoke. Besides Jwala being the youngest, others were also scholars in the Word of God who had gathered for the fellowship. Then the turn of Jwala came. Jwala came out with a simple solution. She asked them to turn the Bible to the book of Proverbs 16:7 and read,
“When a man’s ways please the Lord, He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.” She also read Romans 12:19-21
“Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is Mine, I will repay’ says the Lord. Therefore if your enemy hungers, feed him; if he thirsts give him a drink for in doing so you will heap coals of fire on his head. Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”
To make your foes into friends just check out if your ways are pleasing to the Lord. Then your foe will no longer be a foe but only a friend. Forgiveness is like the fragrance the flower leaves on the shoe that crushed it. If our ways are pleasing before the sight of God then the third fruit of the Holy Spirit, peace which passeth all understating will dwell in our hearts.
Those who were gathered were amazed by the guidance of the Holy Spirit. For all knew that without the help of the Holy Spirit, Jwala could not have given such a simple solution. Then they all prayed fervently for God to help uncle Joe to overcome his short-comings, enable him to make his ways pleasing before the eyes of the Lord and to transform his foe to a friend. Truly after the prayer, uncle Joe’s heart was light like a feather.
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