How Big Is Your Want To ?
When It Comes To Getting Our Lost Loved Ones Saved, Is Our Want To Big Enough To Get Results?
I wanted my son saved. I was faithful in my prayers. Yes, every time I prayed, I dutifully said: “Lord, save his soul. Convict him, Lord. Make him know he needs you.” Then I could get up off my knees and walk straight into the arms of those willing to pity me. I could look pious as others shook their heads over what a pity it was that poor Sister Pat had such a wayward son. What a heartache it must be for her, poor thing! Isn’t it sad? Poor thing. Poor, poor dear. I was perfectly willing to believe Satan’s lie: “You have to wait until he’s ready. When he’s ready, he’ll turn his life around. When HE’S ready...” Phooey! What a joke! What a bald-faced lie from the pits of hell. My son wasn’t even contemplating changing his ways—he was too caught up in the “feel good” of the moment! It's a handy excuse too. It keeps the calluses off the knees. One can gain all kinds of sympathy from it. It also keeps you from being embarrassed--no one has to know! Let's don't forget the “bragging rights”. When he cleaned up enough, when he deserved to be saved, then "I", now get that, I, could lead him to Jesus. Why did it need to be me? So I could have the "bragging rights"! I could tell people that I led my son to Jesus! All Glory belongs to God! Why did I have to get the credit? If I couldn't be the one to pray the Prayer of Repentance with him, was I going to whine my way into eternity? Who did I really want to get the glory? God? Or me? There I was, at the pity party, in my comfort zone, moaning and groaning all the way to his coffin! UNTIL. Until one day it came to me: if I didn’t repent of that stupidity and get serious with God, the only way I was going to see my son again was in a body bag. Dead men cannot worship Jesus. My God is God of the living! I wanted my son alive! I wanted him to serve the Lord with his life! I repented. To repent means to “change your mind,” to do things in a different way. I decided that I would do whatever it took to get my son to Jesus. As much as I had tried, he hadn’t listened to me through all the years, but God could get his attention. I knew that with God ALL things are possible. I knew that God could make a way if I got out of the way. When I told God, “Your Will, Your Way”, I had to mean it, because He wasn’t going to run it by me for my approval. Surely enough, He did not do it the way I would have done it, but my ways didn’t work! When my God does something, He does it completely, perfectly. with infinite attention to detail. He never fails, He never makes a mistake, He never leaves anything unfinished. When I got out of the way, He worked His Way in my son’s life. Well, Glory! As much as I love that boy, and I do love him dearly, I could not make his life what it ought to be. But I knew a man Who could! And did! Folks, it’s not a matter of waiting until somebody is ready! There is only a split second between life and eternity for each and everyone of us! That’s all there is between us and our eternal destination! Can you afford to take such risks with your loved ones' souls? I asked everyone I met, and I mean EVERYONE, to pray for my son, along with giving them a card with his name on it. Do you think I cared what they thought? If your loved one needed a transplant, would there be a phone call you couldn't make? Or a letter you couldn't write? Would there be a conversation you couldn't have? My son needed a new life and there was only ONE Who could make the needed changes! I had two questions for those I met: “Do you pray?” and “Will you please pray for my son?” Everywhere I went, every bill I paid had a card in it. I put a BIG sign in the back window of my car to reach those I couldn’t talk to. Pride? My son’s eternal soul was at stake! God began to move—immediately! I began to find notes on my car, “I’ll pray!” People blew at me and waved. Drivers with their thumbs up, limousines with their windows down and a hand waving out the window. People followed me to ask about the sign—we prayed in parking lots, restaurants, lobbies, elevators, gas stations, drug and department stores. Just the quick touch of a compassionate hand in agreement before the Lord about this lost soul! I want you to understand, this went on for several months--it wasn't just for a day or a week-end. And glory to God, ALL praise and honor to His Holy Name, Jesus saved my son and made him a new creature in Christ. Whatever it takes, Jesus! How Big Is Your Want To ? "How Big Is Your Want To ?" Copyright © 1998 by Patricia Sikes. All Rights Reserved.
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