October 2005 Newsletter
“…and thou hast praised the gods of silver, and gold,
of brass, iron, wood, and stone, which see not, nor hear, nor know;
and the God in whose hand thy breath is,
and whose are all thy ways, hast thou not glorified."
The breath of life. Do you take it for granted? How many of us would
have to answer “yes” to that question?
Hurricanes. Earthquakes in India. Bird flu. Looks like a lot of people
have taken their last breath lately. Looks like a lot of other people are
wondering when they might take their last breath.
Hurricane Katrina has obviously gotten so many of us thinking over the
past few weeks. I met a guy on the train the other day that was from New
Orleans. He has about 250 relatives from there. Since the hurricane, he
has only talked with ten of them.
I met a couple of car loads of evacuees at a Dallas hotel. They had lost
everything except for what they had in their cars. They were glad to be alive.
They told me that a preacher came by the day before and said he was going
to help them. They stated that he never showed back up.
One of the maintenance guys at my apartment had an aunt that died during
the hurricane. The following weekend, he had eight relatives from New Orleans
living with him and his wife.
I met a family with literally two dollars in their pockets. It was a family of four.
I tried to figure out the last time I had two dollars in my pocket. Was it in junior
high? They had much more than that in their pockets by the time our encounter
My next door neighbor is from New Orleans. They couldn’t find their nine year old
goddaughter. Thankfully, they found her four days later alive in an attic. That young
girl had ten cousins that were confirmed dead.
When speaking at a college recently, they told me this story about what happened to
a relative of a student there: A son and mom were stuck in an attic. They prayed to
God for a way out of this situation. Out of nowhere, a small boat comes drifting by.
The son swam out to get it, and the two of them paddled away to safety.
A friend of mine is doing assessments for an insurance company in New Orleans. He
told me that he went up to a house and the man looked at him and said, “Have you ever
been to hell before son?” The guy stated that as the water was coming into his home, he
kept diving under it to stack tables up so that he could put his diabetic wife on top of them.
They could only go so high. When they got to the ceiling, he had to puncture a hole through
it and push his wife through. My friend said that when he looked around the house, the water
line was literally two inches from the ceiling.
The breath of life. Some people have it today and some don’t. They have taken their last
breath. Were they ready for what was next? To the people that still have that breath, what
are they going to do with it? What are you going to do with it? Are you going to praise the
gods of gold, silver, stone, and wood with it? Are you going to praise the god of football with
it? Are you going to praise the god of post season baseball with it? Are you going to praise
the god of money with it? Are you going to praise the god of accomplishment with it? Or will
you praise the God who gave you that breath today with it?
In Acts 17, Paul states in verse 25, “Neither is worshipped with men’s hands, as though he
needed any thing, seeing he giveth to all life, and breath, and all things.” God gives you all
things and gives you all breath. Would anyone who knows you, know that? Does the breath
that God gave you form into words to glorify the giver of that breath?
On a train ride to the airport the other day, three people turned down tracts. I stated to myself,
“Nice try Satan. That won’t be stopping me today.” So I sat down and started reading my Bible.
One of those guys came over later and asked, “What are you reading?” So we began to talk.
He just emailed me and stated about himself:
“I realized..."Michael, you can stop worrying about yourself! You're taken care of! You'll dance
on the streets of gold forever." I realized that I'm spoiled for all of eternity, and my time on earth
is the one small interval of time God is actually asking me to do a little work for Him. I mean,
He sacrificed His only Son and set me up with a life of eternal ecstasy...in return, He's only
asking I tell others about what He's done for me.”
You have a small interval of time to shout about the God who gave you breath and His Son Jesus
and what He did for the world. The only acceptable sacrifice on judgment day is the Son of God.
Will you be telling anyone about that with the breath that He has given you? The last chapter of
my new book is all about time. We don’t get a mulligan for this life. We don’t get a do over. We
get one shot. We can’t waste this life. It is the only one that you have got. You must use your time
wisely. As the breath in your body slips away day by day, which God will you be praising with that
breath in the days to come?
Until the nets are full,
P.S. I just found out that a former Muslim, now a born again believer in Jesus, got to speak at
Harvard University recently. After the event, he gave my new book, One Heartbeat Away, to 70
students and 10 Ph. D. Faculty members. Please pray for God to do amazing things with that
book at Harvard.