That was until now. I was battling to breathe. My ribs had
cracked from the impact of me hitting the rocks below the cliff I had been rock
climbing on. I had tried to call but winced in pain. I was alone and bleeding
to death. No one knew where I was. I tried to push myself up. My one leg bent
sideways in an angle it should not have done. Pain rushed through my body and I
collapsed. My head throbbed. I could feel blood oozing down my face. This was
my time. This was my end. I was now going to meet my maker, assuming he still
existed. I could feel the strength draining from my body as the blood flowed
out. As the blood flowed out so did my anger. I prayed, begged and pleaded. God
if you really exist. Show me. If you really Love me Show me. Save me now. I
tried to negotiate my way out. I tried to beg my way out. I shouted at him. “You
want me dead like my parents”. “What kind of God are you? Everything went black
as I passed out.
It was a great day for a walk. I was in my usual spot
overlooking the mountains and the beautiful view. This was where I found God
the most. On weekends I Loved Spending time with him, listening to him and worshiping
him in this spot amongst his creation. It
was my favourite place and with my favourite friend, Jesus. “Lord, I am here
for you”. If you need me speak to me”. “I am all yours” I prayed. That was when it happened, the audible voice.
I had never heard Gods voice so clearly before. I had read about it in the
bible but had never experienced it so vividly. “Get up, go down the cliff face”. “Follow the
path to the left along the cliff at the bottom”. “I need you to share my love
with someone today”. I was shocked. To hear a voice was one thing. To obey the
voice was madness. I considered the voice was a dream. Then it came again. “Get
up, go down the cliff face”. “Follow the path to the left along the cliff at
the bottom”. “I need you to share my love with someone today”.
There was nothing down here. What was the point of being
sent here? This was a wild goose chase. I must have been dreaming about the
voice I had heard. No one was waiting for me at the bottom of the cliff. I had
been walking ten minutes and was considering giving up. This was an exercise in
futility. It was then that I saw some rope on the cliff face up ahead. It was
dangling loosely on the rock face. Some rock climber must have left it behind I
thought. My eyes followed the rope and what I saw shocked me. It was a man
lying on the rocks at the bottom. He was still attached to the rope. He was
badly injured if not even dead. There was blood all over the rocks. I ran to
him and checked his pulse. He was still alive barely. I pulled out my mobile and
called 911. I was praying “Jesus, Help this man”. I heard a voice reply “I am“.
I was sitting in church getting ready to preach. I was a
friend of God. He had saved me that day at the bottom of the cliff. He had sent
someone to save my life and the least I could do was tell others and share his
love for them. I got up and walked forward using my crutch to support me. I
knew what I needed to do.
Q – Do you share God’s love with others? How?
Q – Do you listen for Gods voice? When, where, How often?
Q – Do you obey him even when it seems stupid or unimportant?
Q – Do you resist God in your life? Why?
Q – How has God shown his love for you?
Q – Do you listen for Gods voice? When, where, How often?
Q – Do you obey him even when it seems stupid or unimportant?
Q – Do you resist God in your life? Why?
Q – How has God shown his love for you?
Millions of people die every day without knowing God. That
could be you. Maybe it’s time to cut God some slack. Get over your petty human
issues and realise that he does Love you and does want the best for you and from
you. Without him you are nothing. With him you are everything. You are designed
to fulfil his purpose and not your selfish desires. I hope you feel as challenged as I am to hear
God and obey. To bring Jesus to a broken world and show that he cares. Paul was the worst person, killing Gods people
yet Jesus wanted him and met him on the road to Damascus. How much more does he
want you?
God Bless
Greg
nice blog .. greg .. i like it
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