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Obedient Love

"There was a man in Detroit, a valiant Christian, who when trapped in a hotel fire was badly burned and brought almost to the point of death. Upon recovery and discovering that he was blind, his one lament was that he could no longer read his Bible; so he requested that he be taught Braille. When the tips of his fingers, so badly burned and now scarred, were tested, there was no sensitivity in them. His toes, his lips, and finally his tongue were tested; and with his tongue he read the Bible through three times!"-How to Worship Jesus Christ by Joseph S. Carroll. WOW!
He could have given up. but no, he didn't. He so thirsted for Gods word, so thirsted for communication, he did whatever he could to read the Word.
I personally find this very awesome, I take the Bible for granted, i don't read it everyday as i should, it sits next to my bed, and whenever i feel like i'll read it. Thats not how its supposed to be. Thats not worshiping God at all, why is it on my terms? God, the Creator of the Universe gave up His son, only son, He let him hang on that cross, so I can live. And then its all of a sudden up to me when I show my thanks and gratitude to what He's done? I don't think so!
I am so encouraged by this book that I am reading, this is actually the second time I am reading it, but is showing me something new and its reminding me what worship is supposed to look like. Here's another story that amazed me: "...a woman who had seven children and a very unsympathetic husband. She has lost two other children at birth/ Though she had a large home to care for and attend to the family business in her spare time, I [the author of How to Worship Jesus Christ] never saw her disturbed once. There was always the fragrance of Christ about her life, and I[author] marveled at it. While saying in her home during a conference, one morning about five o'clock i noticed light filtering in past the door; so I[author] opened it very quietly and saw this woman kneeling by her piano. I[author] quietly closed the door. The next morning the same thing happened, and the next morning the same thing again. So I[author] asked her. "What time do you rise to seek the Lord?" She replied " Oh, that is not my decision. I made a choice long ago that when He wanted to have fellowship with me I was available. There are times when he calls me at five; there are times when he calls at six. And on occasion, He will call about two o'clock in the morning, I think, just to test me." Always she would get up, go to her piano stool and worship her Lord. I[author] asked how long do you stay?" 
"Oh, that is up to Him. When he tells me to go back to bed, I go back. If He doesn't want me to sleep, i simply stay up." 
Amazing! Its on His timing!
The Lord is becoming so real to me through these two stories, I am just in awe! These were regular people, and they were so obedient to His word. They truly loved Him! I want to have that kind of love towards Him....

One thing have I desired of the Lord, that I will seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple.-Psalm27:4


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