There is so much to be thankful for. Thank You,
Father, for the breath of life today that I can use to glorify Your
Thank You, Father, for not taking us right to heaven
when we are saved, but leaving us here to boldly reach the lost with the
truth and the light of Your Son.
Thank You, Father, that You
allow us to communicate with You through prayer. Please help me not
neglect that part of my walk with You.
Thank You for the
indescribable gift of Your Word.
We have the words of God in our
hands. Please help me to love that Book more than any other I
will ever read.
Thank You for the people who are learning how
to share their faith with the lost, and have stepped out of their
comfort zone to put it into practice. Your Word tells us how much
You like obedience.
Thank You, Father, for those who have
given donations for my book, providing necessary funds for reprints
and for developing new ministry tools. Thank You for the people who
have generously donated over and above to support the ministry so
others can learn to win souls.
Thank You for a movie that has
stirred up so many people to think about You.
Last week, some
high school students, adults, and I went witnessing at Rutgers
University. I walked up to five guys and asked them if they had seen
The Passion of the Christ.
All five said they had. They were
all from India and were Hindus. I asked what they thought about it.
One guy responded, “I didn’t get it.” A lot of nonbelievers who have
seen the movie do not understand why Jesus had to go through all
that suffering. Take those people through the Law of God to help
them see that He died for their
sins. As I went through the
Law with those guys, they began to gain understanding and wanted to
learn more about the Savior.Thank You, God, for families
that raise their kids with truth.
A few days ago in South Dakota
a friend and I stopped at a convenience store. As he was inside, I
went up to a young man who was standing outside with a hat on
sideways, smoking a cigarette. I said hello and then asked him if he
died tonight was he 100% assured that he would be going to heaven.
He said, “Funny you should ask that question.” I said, “Why is
that?” He answered, “Because I am a preacher’s kid.” He had tattoos
on both hands. Tattooed below each knuckle on the right hand were
the letters T-H-U-G. And the left hand below each knuckle was
tattooed L-I-F-E. I asked him if he had ever been in prison. He said
yes. I asked how long. He said the last time was five months. He
kept looking over my shoulder. My friend told me later that it
looked like I had walked right into the middle of a drug deal. They
were trying to score their drugs for the weekend, and I was
interrupting them. One of his friends walked up and I handed him a
tract. Can you imagine what that preacher’s kid must have been
thinking? Trying to run away from God and God sends a messenger to
him right in the middle of a drug deal! Please pray for
William.Thanks, Father, for divine appointments.
plane flight to Newark last week, I was assigned a seat with no one
sitting next to me. That was odd since I always pray for whoever
will be sitting next to me to witness to! However, there was a guy
across the aisle. I usually don’t talk across the aisle because it’s
distracting when people walk by. After praying about it, though, I
decided to see if he wanted to engage in a conversation. He did. His
name was Michael. He told me that his birthday was September 11, and
that two years ago his sister-in-law asked him to drive up to New
York to get his gift. She didn’t want to wait until Saturday. So he
went to the World Trade Center, where she worked, and she came down
to the lobby to meet him at 8:45 a.m. Three minutes later the first
plane hit that building. He told her to run while he stayed to help.
She worked above the 90th floor; everyone on her floor was killed
except her. He explained that he was right there when the second
plane hit, and he saw the horrific destruction as bodies fell from
the building. As we talked, he mentioned that he was homosexual, and
he wanted to know if he was going to go to hell because of that.
Twice he leaned forward toward his bag and said, “If I am going
there, I have my suntan lotion right here.” Thank You, Father,
for people who mock You. It makes me never, ever want to do that
again. It makes me so thankful for sanctification and the mercy and
grace You have for us. Thank You for Michael being open to that
eternal truth. Please make that seed grow.
Please pray for the
salvation of Michael’s soul.
There is so much to be thankful
for. The list could and should go on and on. Please don’t be
thankful just at Thanksgiving. Be thankful all the
Until the nets are full,