Whatever is Pure, Inspiring Christian Poetry, Devotionals and Testimonies April 2005

An Atheist I once Was

An Atheist I once was an unbeliever for sure,
Christians were hypocrites
churchgoer's who know it all
I thought they used Christ as a crutch,
a quick cure.
I for one had better things to do with my time,
when they invited me to Church I just gave them
the old cannon ball.
But life isn't always what it seems
what we believe isn't always true.
the things we believe are real may turn out to be the lies.
God has a way of making you wakeup and face reality,
a way of bringing your life into full view.
He has a way of bringing you to your knees
and a way of helping you rise.

One day he spoke to my heart and revealed himself to me,
it was true God was real and he loved me.
Christians were right, the Bible was true,
and we really do need a Savior.
Believe it, take it from me God really does love you.
Christ died for you he paid your sin debt
a debt you could never pay,
when you come to him
he changes your code of behavior.
Lord thank you for saving me,
thank you for paying my sin debt.
Thank you for showing me that you are real
thank you for showing me that you do love me.
If I had it to do over again
would I believe?
would I receive Christ as my personal Savior?
you bet!
Who wouldn't want to know
that they are loved by
the Creator of the Universe
and have been set free?
My Testimony

What we see as a monstrous mountain in our lives, God sees as a pebble, a grain of dust to be crushed under his "foot". We can sit and look at that mountain and bemoan our plight believing that it is insurmountable or we can pray believing that the mountain is moved, not that it will be moved, but that it is done. See it as accomplished. Thank God for mountains and adversity for those things are there to test our faith, to make us stronger.

Last year our family had gathered for the fourth of July celebration, and we were sitting around the picnic table in our back yard when our 18 year old grandson dropped his cell phone on the ground next to the table. When he reached to pick it up something in the grass moved, he shouted, "there's a snake!" Of course, we all thought he was joking or mistaken. All of us had walked around the table and stood in this very place preparing our hamburgers or hotdogs. there couldn't be a snake right there. Surely one of us would have seen it or worse yet felt its bite. He pointed to a place in the grass and leaves. By this time everyone had scattered or was standing up on the picnic table benches. My husband who was cooking the hamburgers a little ways from where we sat came over and with the heel of his cowboy boot stomped it. Only when it began moving did I see it, it was so well camouflaged in the grass. It was a copperhead about 1 1/2 feet long. My husband followed it and stomped it again crushing its head. We live out in the country in central Texas. Snakes are not uncommon. We have killed many rattlers and copperheads on our place.

Why is this story significant? Every morning I pray safety and protection over our family. I mention each one by name. there are 24 in our immediate family so it takes time. Among other things I pray for is safety from snakes. My husband retired a year ago this month and is spending all of his time now working on our place. He cuts brush, trims trees, mends fences and whatever else needs done. He is very often in places that are rocky, where the weeds are tall or leaves are piled, in other words, snaky places. So I especially pray for safety for him against all accidents, snakes and other varmints. He had just mowed the area where the picnic table is. the grass was cut low and there were very few leaves, but that snake us there, I couldn't even see it when it was coiled there. I had walked back and forth bringing food from the house, probably stepped over it or even on it. I know in my heart and have faith that God protected our family and perhaps even put the snake there to test my faith and to teach our family. All of our children and grandchildren are Christians, but none of them heard me when I said that God protected us from the snake because I prayed. they all just kind of looked at me with that "sure grandma" look and kept talking about how "lucky" we were that we didn't get bit. they will hear about it from me again. Our grandchildren and children need to know we are praying for them and interceding for them. It works, my friends, and is powerful. God is powerful. His arms are not shortened. He is in control.

Pray, pray, pray.

© Pat Gohlke
antiquer@classicnet.net
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Everyday we may have miracles accomplished all around us, yet we may fail to recognize them. A few years back some simple little occurrences happened to me one morning after a night of work at the manufacturing plant. Some might say these were coincidences. Taking a closer look, it becomes evident that a carefully orchestrated plan had taken place.

Walmart was open 24 hours a day at the time. As was often the case, I would stop to pick up a few groceries and items needed at home. This particular morning I did that very thing. Before leaving, I saw an acquaintance at the checkout counter. I spoke and left with my groceries. To my dismay, I found I had a flat tire on my truck. I checked my change for a quarter for a pay phone call. When I went to make the call I found a local phone call was more than a quarter and I had to get change. I returned to Walmart. I was surprised to see Mr. Becton still at the checkout counter. A computer had malfunctioned while checking him out, and just in time to help me, he was finished at the checkout counter. He said, "no need to call anyone, I will check it out and see if I can help you.

So, I went outside with him and he said we'd need some air in the tires. Two men walked by and said "good morning" on their way to Walmart. Mr. Becton asked them if they might have a piggy tank with air to put in my tires. the men smiled and said "Better than that!" they got in their truck and swung around to my flat tire. they had an air compressor and long hose and filled up my tire. That's service for you! then Mr. Becton followed me to the service station to make sure everything was okay. I got the tire fixed. I know it was a little miracle that happened to me that day. I thank God I didn't have a flat on the way home. I did once and that is another story.

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