Just got in from visiting the nursing home.  Visiting the nursing home is good therapy for me.  Sometimes all the trials and pressures of the ministry get to me and I start feeling sorry for myself.  Sometimes God has to rearrange my stinking thinking.  That's just what he did today.  I visited the hospital and nursing home and met some people who are facing real challenges.  It is amazing, just a few minutes with these folks and my whole perspective changes.  I had visited several of our members when I got the whack.  A man was coming down the hallway in his wheelchair when I noticed his face was very disfigured, as I always do I said hi to him.

Then it happened . . . he said," are you a preacher".  Sometimes I wonder how people know I am a preacher I wasn't wearing a suit or tie, as a matter of fact I was in jeans.  I wonder did I look that sour?

I responded,"yes" and he grabbed my hand and  hesaid, "Would you pray for me, I am battling cancer on my face?"

Standing in the hallway beside this dear man all my problems quickly came into focus.

Right there in the hallway I prayed and for a few moments it became a house of prayer as I asked God to bless this dear man.  With tears in his eyes he looked up and said, "thank you".

As I walked away I had totally different outlook on life.  Thanks God I needed that whack up side my head.

(Barbie I hope you got back to the blog and I hope you can read this. )

Catch you later