The Minister…

Posted on December 22, 2007. Filed under: Butdoisay TRUE STORIES |

A minister passing through his church in the middle of
the day,
Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to
pray.
Just then the back door opened,a man came down the
aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn’t shaved
in a while.
His shirt was kind a shabbyand his coat was worn and
frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head, Then rose and wal ke
d away.
In the days that followed,each noon time came this
chap,each time he knelt just for a moment,A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister’s suspicions grew, with robbery a
main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
‘What are you doing here?’ 
The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was
half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, For
finding strength and power. ‘I stay only moments,
see,because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,This is kind a
what I say:
‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I’VE
BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU
TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.’

The minister feeling foolish, told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome To come and pray just
anytime. Time to go, Jim smiled, said ‘Thanks.

‘ He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar, he’d never done it
before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with
Jesus there. As the tears flowed, in his heart, he
repeated old Jim’s prayer:

‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I’VE
BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU
TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY. SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME
CHECKING IN TODAY.’

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim
hadn’t come.
As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry
some. At the factory, he as ke d about him,learning he
was ill. The hospital staff was worried, But he’d
given them a thrill. The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward. His smiles, a joy
contagious. Changed people, were his reward. The head
nurse couldn’t understand why Jim was so glad, when
no flowers, calls or cards came, Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,He voiced the nurse’s
concern:
No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to
turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spo ke up and with a
winsome smile;
‘the nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know, that in here
all the while
everyday at noon He’s here, a dear friend of mine, you
see,
He sits right down, takes my hand, Leans over and says
to me: 

‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE
BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK
AWAY YOUR SIN. ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK
ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM,

THIS IS JESUS

If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk
in and out of your life, but only true friends will
leave footprints in your heart.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand & Angels
watch over you.

But for those of us who are already His, He not only
holds us in the palm of His hand, but has engraved our
names there, and we are continually in His sight

(Isaiah 49:16)

Jesus said, ‘ If you are ashamed of me,’ I will be
ashamed of you before my Father.’

If you are not ashamed, pass this on. But only if you
mean it.

Yes, I do love God. He is my source of existence and
Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and everyday. Without
Him, I will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing but
with Him ‘I can do all things through Christ that
strengthens me.’ Phil 4:13
This is too good not to share –  

Merry x-mas to all!! have a wonderful 2008.

By Wamaitha

For Butdoisay…
 

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