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All of Heaven sang his name….

December 13, 2011




I have heard it for awhile…

and it’s not that I didn’t want to do it… I have no problem at all, most any time, talking to someone about it…. but “I” thought it would be better if a man did it.  Once I told God , what is the point?  I mean I can’t disciple him…not really.  And do you know what I heard back on that… oh it will smack you in the face for sure…it did me..”what if he dies tomorrow…what will all that discipleship matter then?”  Then He reminded me of my friend Jenn…who died a few years after getting saved.

Can I tell you another thing?  Every day since I was told to “Go ask him…get it done”…everyday which went by and I just hovered about and didn’t “Get it done”… there was a silence.  The kind of Silence which makes you wonder if you did something wrong.

I hadn’t done anything wrong… I just hadn’t gotten done what needed to be done…I asked for “the next thing”… and then couldn’t figure out how to accomplish it….It’s not that I didn’t try.

Make no mistake…My God wasn’t condemning me….He was waiting.

One day I felt the *ping* about his little bench… he said he uses it to get in his truck, because his knees hurt.  I walked away without a good story and wondered if I was to pray for healing?…. but I knew what I was to do….but couldn’t it just be healing?….


I would go out to gather in the morning… and all was quiet.

So another day I took my ash bucket out… because aren’t we all just an ash bucket?  A life of  burned off bits?  But that day there were more workers then normal… all hovering about with ladders and saws and hammers and noise.  So there I stood for far to long with my dirty bucket of ash…and the opportunity just never appeared. So I poured my ash into the garden to feed the plants in the next season.

I went out this morning into an icy throne room and while I walked I knew why it was all so quiet.

But hadn’t I tried to talk to him?

Then later… I took my lights outside and I wrapped them around the tree to light up the darkness so our friends won’t stumble…and Chris the worker started to walk towards me from across the driveway… and I whispered “only You be Glorified…not me …not him…just You”, as I wrapped the lights The Vine twined around the yard.

Do you remember Chris?..You met him here….Of God and Goldfish and you saw a glimpse on St.Nic day, we gave him our last chocolates:

I could feel it all behind me… and I stepped right in… Because if my God is talking…and He is… I want to show Him I am  listening and willing.

“So Chris… your grandfather was a pastor?…. I think I may have repeated this a few times as I found my way staring into that goldfish pond...funny how things have been lining up.

he looked up at me…”Yes a Baptist preacher”.

“so what does that make you, ” and I knew at that moment my words would no longer be my words…I just needed to get out of the way and from here  on in, just pray as the words flowed out of me

He looked up at me , and as if he was reading from a script….”That makes me a man who is doing the best he can each day to do what he knows best to do, the best I know how.”

“does that mean you get to go to heaven?”

“no it doesn’t but I have done a lot wrong…I mean alot”…he said waiting for me judge him.

“So what?  Are you going to wait till your life is all cleaned up and then sign up under Jesus, “I said casually,” because I will tell you right now we are all a mess.. I am …you are… and your box of sin and my box of sin are still just sin… and are you going to let that stop you?”

“no.” his face sort of shifted about and he looked up at me…”but I had people force their religion down my throat my whole life and I never cared for that”

and then I said, “Well Chris.. people shoved cooked carrots down my throat for years….but as a grown up I decided I like them just fine…and you are a grown ass man  who can make his own choices…So as a grown ass man what do you think now?”

and from there we went over what he believes… and wouldn’t you know it God hasn’t been leaving him alone lately.  He said things like, “funny you bring all this up..because I have been praying lately…and I knew  there was something more.”

Yeah “funny thing” right?

So after awhile I dared say speak it right there into the cold frozen morning…”So would you want me to pray?” and he grabbed my elbow with one hand and shook my hand with the other, “absolutely…would you?”

So there we stood in the cold frosty morning…and no workers came and interrupted…and towards the end I opened one eye and said…” you want to pray Jesus into your heart?”

And with a strong determined-holding-onto-something~ reaching-out-for something he said,
“I sure do”

and then all of heaven sang Chris’ name…right there on my deck with two boxes of sin just sitting there….

All of heaven sang his name…. because our God knows our names.

32 Comments leave one →
  1. Aunt Net permalink
    December 13, 2011 1:06 pm

    And it makes me cry real tears of joy that God knows Chris’ name.

  2. December 13, 2011 1:45 pm

    Oh, friend. I’m speechless….

    You’ve made my day.
    I’m so proud of you for realizing:
    “I just needed to get out of the way”

    Thanks for listening to His voice and sharing the joy with us.
    To God be the glory!

  3. December 13, 2011 1:46 pm

    Praises…Praises…Oh may the love of Jesus continue to woo him…and your family continue to live the gospel!
    Blessings to you…and blessings to Chris…a new creation in Christ.

    • December 13, 2011 1:50 pm

      Just pray for him when God shows you a hammer….or whenever He puts him on your heart…

  4. Melissa permalink
    December 13, 2011 3:30 pm

    I’m so happy for Chris!:) Thank you for sharing your heart.
    Did I read correctly twice? “grown a** man”? Caught me off guard.

    • December 13, 2011 3:45 pm

      lol. don’t you know if a literal ass can be at the birth of Christ then God can take an ass like us to lead another to the Lord. God doesn’t just speak spanish or japanese he also speaks “construction worker”

      • December 13, 2011 4:08 pm

        Lol…oh I see;)
        Glad you could help with the explanation.
        In full transparency…he is a grown ass man.

    • December 13, 2011 4:04 pm

      Oh…he is most definitely grown… I think he is maybe 40 years old…so, grown for sure.

  5. Pastor Glenn permalink
    December 13, 2011 9:40 pm

    My heart is overwhelmed with ones salvation and ones faithfulness.

  6. December 14, 2011 12:08 am

    Oh, rejoicing with you and the angels that Chris gets Jesus’ new life now and forever, and that you got to participate in the process…How truly wonderful and amazing 🙂 Thanks so much, T, for sharing the joy!

  7. December 14, 2011 8:08 am

    Wow! Amazing testimony of how the harvest is ripe. We just need to be willing workers.

  8. December 14, 2011 12:15 pm

    Praise Him! I am so glad He lets us in on His glory work some days! Rejoicing with you and the angels today! Thanks for being available. Blessings from Uganda

    • December 14, 2011 8:16 pm

      Oh I know…let’s us in on His glory some days…you are so right!
      Blessings to you

  9. eggthoughts permalink
    December 14, 2011 2:52 pm

    Whew… reading that gave me chills down my spine. I love that.. that moment when you realize that even though you started out babbling, fumbling with words, suddenly it is just not you making the words anymore, and there is a connection there, this moment that can’t be explained. Amazing! Thanks for sharing this story. ~Frances

    • December 14, 2011 8:18 pm

      That is exactly what happened.. And I know that some don’t like how it ended up to be phrased… But it really spoke to him where he could hear it.
      Thank you for commenting and joining in the celebration.

  10. December 14, 2011 4:30 pm

    Ah the wonder that He waits in silence for us to be willing . . . so glad you stepped up and the construction worker stepped in to new life in Jesus.

    • December 14, 2011 8:20 pm

      Thank you.. I am just glad I can have the experience and then share it here.. Hopefully it can speak to others.

  11. December 14, 2011 5:04 pm

    WOW thank you for being obedient and for sharing with us the blessings that come with stepping out on faith and speaking with people about Christ.

  12. December 14, 2011 5:44 pm

    woohoo this is an awesome story…thank you for sharing it…and smiling at just gettingout of the way…so true…will def be praying for him…

    • December 14, 2011 8:21 pm

      Thanks Brian.. That is what Chris needs now.. Strong men praying for him and with him
      Thank you.

  13. December 15, 2011 1:25 pm

    because aren’t we all just an ash bucket? this one stuck with me. i love how you are listening, and loving, with your life and heart…

  14. December 15, 2011 2:41 pm

    Hi T – wow, thats awesome. Its great to be used of God especially in the bringing of a lost sheep into the fold. So glad you linked up again and hope some of those lovely ladies come on over and read this
    God bless

  15. December 15, 2011 4:00 pm

    This part especially struck a chord with me: “and then I said, “Well Chris.. people shoved cooked carrots down my throat for years….but as a grown up I decided I like them just fine…and you are a grown ass man who can make his own choices…So as a grown ass man what do you think now?”

    Maybe it’s because, I too, once detested cooked carrots but can tolerate them now. Or maybe it’s because I too once choked on Christ, but now can’t get enough of Him.

    Praising the Lord for His mercy in calling us His children.

    • December 15, 2011 8:58 pm

      thank you. really. for you to quote that part is just so validating and awesome.
      Thank you.
      You have a lovely wonderful blog.. I loved visiting it after I read your comment here.

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