I was beginning to get nervous. Bobby Joe was on his knees praying, George had just called and said he was on his way over, and it finally had hit me that I was getting into something much larger than I’d originally thought.
Let me be blunt, I’m not a great Christian. I try to live a good life, I don’t drink much and never get drunk, and I’ll profess that I believe the Lord is my savior and died for my sins. Besides that, my logic takes over and I question too many things.
Take, for instance, last Sunday in church. We’ve been called to prayer, so we stand and close our eyes. After a few seconds, when the preacher’s words were in full swing, I open mine back up! Then, I noticed something that I hadn’t noticed since my childhood. The brilliant rays of the sun were coming in through the windows and illuminating every dust particle floating within. That is an amazing feat! If you look outside of the rays, the particles are invisible. All seems safe and clean. Yet, look in the rays of the sun and you’ll be disgusted by what you’re actually inhaling! In a public place, such as a church, some have probably picked up germs and such, so you’re letting them enter your lungs. We probably have cities of these particles and germs living in our lungs, multiplying with every breath. Yet, most are good and allow the body’s defenses to dissolve them. However, every once in a while, and evil one enters the body and screws everything up! Funny the things I sometimes think about when I'm supposed to be praying. Other Sundays, I'll admit to opening my eyes and glancing around at the others in attendance. Occasionally, I'll catch the eyes of another doing the same. They'll quickly close them as if I've caught them in a monster sin. However, if you continue watching them, you'll see them open their eyes again, looking to see if yours are closed. I …show more content…
When he prayed, he did so with every part of his body. His eyes clenched shut, his hands gripped each other as if they were attempting to strangle each other, and he rocked his body with each line as if he was standing at the pulpit and preaching in a fervor. I hoped he had enough faith for what I lacked.
The phone call from George had not taken him out of his praying. Neither did the doorbell when George arrived. In fact, only after George and I went into the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee did Bobby Joe say his final “Amen”, rise from his knees, and come to join us.
“Gentlemen, I am reminded of the hymn about the assembly of Christian soldiers that gather, marching off to war”, he said. “Men with good hearts, a desire to rid the world of evil, and strong faith that ensures their success when they meet the enemy. Today, gentlemen, we meet the enemy.”
“I just hope we all come home from the war” I added.
“There's the glory of Heaven awaiting us if we don't”, he replied. “The glory of Heaven is the reward for giving our souls to the Lord, Jesus Christ, who died for our sins so many years ago on the cross. He paid the price for all of us so we could join him and rejoice in the world beyond that lies waiting for us. Hallelujah, gentlemen,
Let me be blunt, I’m not a great Christian. I try to live a good life, I don’t drink much and never get drunk, and I’ll profess that I believe the Lord is my savior and died for my sins. Besides that, my logic takes over and I question too many things.
Take, for instance, last Sunday in church. We’ve been called to prayer, so we stand and close our eyes. After a few seconds, when the preacher’s words were in full swing, I open mine back up! Then, I noticed something that I hadn’t noticed since my childhood. The brilliant rays of the sun were coming in through the windows and illuminating every dust particle floating within. That is an amazing feat! If you look outside of the rays, the particles are invisible. All seems safe and clean. Yet, look in the rays of the sun and you’ll be disgusted by what you’re actually inhaling! In a public place, such as a church, some have probably picked up germs and such, so you’re letting them enter your lungs. We probably have cities of these particles and germs living in our lungs, multiplying with every breath. Yet, most are good and allow the body’s defenses to dissolve them. However, every once in a while, and evil one enters the body and screws everything up! Funny the things I sometimes think about when I'm supposed to be praying. Other Sundays, I'll admit to opening my eyes and glancing around at the others in attendance. Occasionally, I'll catch the eyes of another doing the same. They'll quickly close them as if I've caught them in a monster sin. However, if you continue watching them, you'll see them open their eyes again, looking to see if yours are closed. I …show more content…
When he prayed, he did so with every part of his body. His eyes clenched shut, his hands gripped each other as if they were attempting to strangle each other, and he rocked his body with each line as if he was standing at the pulpit and preaching in a fervor. I hoped he had enough faith for what I lacked.
The phone call from George had not taken him out of his praying. Neither did the doorbell when George arrived. In fact, only after George and I went into the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee did Bobby Joe say his final “Amen”, rise from his knees, and come to join us.
“Gentlemen, I am reminded of the hymn about the assembly of Christian soldiers that gather, marching off to war”, he said. “Men with good hearts, a desire to rid the world of evil, and strong faith that ensures their success when they meet the enemy. Today, gentlemen, we meet the enemy.”
“I just hope we all come home from the war” I added.
“There's the glory of Heaven awaiting us if we don't”, he replied. “The glory of Heaven is the reward for giving our souls to the Lord, Jesus Christ, who died for our sins so many years ago on the cross. He paid the price for all of us so we could join him and rejoice in the world beyond that lies waiting for us. Hallelujah, gentlemen,