I was writing a friend this evening and remembering how much I appreciated the training and mentoring time that we shared together at Luther Middelfort Hospital. We were preparing in Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) to walk with people through tough times in the hospital. I have said for years that the training I recieved in the hospital would be a blessing always and forever in whatever ministry God lead me to. I sensed it and I knew it even then. This week I lived it.
In the last few days I have had to sit with people I knew little or nothing about and in the few minutes I had with them somehow help them try to make sense of whatever problem it was they came to me with. Sometimes the call was to sit with them and not have any answer for them, the call was just to listen, to be with them in their struggle, feeling the wieght of it, experiencing the sadness.
At times the task I am faced with seems overwhelming, impossible, even hopeless if I am blatantly honest. And I am convinced it would be too, if it were up to me alone to perform the miracle. I am not a miracle worker. But I know one who is.
Lately I have been absoltuely amazed at Jesus Christ. Amazed once again that he allows me to take part in the sacred act of revealing himself to people. Allowing them to know that he is indeed alive, living, and active in the affairs of men.
I still feel fear at times. Fear that the magic will not happen, Christ will not show, I will be alone in that room. But he shows up. Time and time again he shows up. We meet together. Some for maybe the first time. We all acknoweldge that something wonderful, someone wonderful has met with us.
JESUS IS ALIVE! Hallelujah, He is Alive!
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I totally understand what your saying pastor r. Just when I don't think Christ is there for me, he pops around the corner and says "here I am." I had one of those moments here in Montana.
Who says you can't pray while riding bicycle? I've been doing it all week long. My number one prayer is giving thanks for his great beauty I've just seen with my eyes. The mountains here in Montana are breathtaking.
Where in Montana are you? I couldn't imagine being out there. My heart longs for a little green.
Pray that my memories are vivid. That I can smell the dew in the morning and the earth in the evening. May He contune to meet with you and make you even more of a blessing when you return renewed, restored and refreshed...
Blessings,
Randal
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