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Howdy All, God is cool. I love seeing how He works. It never seems to be the same for any of us. Some of the things He's done for me just leave me in stitches. Enough of these things happen that I think God is both providing for me, and sharing a joke at the same time. Ever notice you interact with everybody, but you joke mostly with your friends? Jesus calls all believers His friends (John 15:13-15)! Here's one of the funniest things He ever did for me: When I was looking for my first car, I jokingly prayed for a car that would "make me the head priest of the cult of speed." The first car I purchased was practically given to me. It was an orange Chevy Chevette! It had extra wide tires (about 6 inches), so I could take corners very fast. It was the most fun car I've ever owned! It wasn't really fast, but it felt like it was. It developed enough mechanical faults I had to get rid of it (it earned the moniker "Shove It", since I had to push start it so much). It cracks me up that God gave me exactly what I wanted - a car I found exciting, but it was so not a sports car. It wasn't fast enough to be unsafe, and it had character (which I found endearing). Well, that's my story. Please add yours. |
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JessIAm |
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September 21, 2007 at 12:09pm |
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| What? No one has a funny story of God's provision? I hope it isn't that people don't think you can acknowledge God's sense of humor. I like these questions, because the answers help me see God's personality. |
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I know God has a sense of humor because he created me. lol
There is at least one instance where God displayed a sense of humor.
An example of God's humor is the instance in which the Israelites were using the Ark of the Covenant like a good-luck charm in taking it to battle, and the Philistines ended up capturing it and placing it in their temple before their idol of Dagon. They came into the temple the next day and found Dagon flat on his face before the ark. They set him back up. The next morning, there he was again, but this time he had his hands and head cut off as a symbol of his powerlessness before the God of the ark (1 Samuel 5:1-5). God’s putting Dagon in a position of submission to His ark is a comical picture.
http://www.gotquestions.org/God-humor.html
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Just about a month ago my other daughter (step daughter, love her just the same) was visiting us for the summer. We allowed her to drive an extra vehicle we have, the corrolla (AKA the energizer bunny's car its pink and has 250K miles). She went back and forth to our old neighborhood, about 50 miles, to allow her baby's daddy and other grandparents to see her son. I really don't like the other neighborhood we came from as there were lots of teens going crazy without any Christian guidance.
Anyway I was fearful because my husband was to travel the next week for a few days, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to say "no" without a lot of pushback and being the "evil" Step mom. My mind had actually gone to sabatoging the vehicle so it wouldn't drive. (Just losening the battery cables.) I prayed and prayed.
The day before he was to leave on his business trip she was driving back from Zachary's and the car started to act funny. She made it home, but it was no longer drivable. Mr. fix it didn't have time to fix it before he left. After she returned home the next weekend, he took a look at the car.
The battery actually went completely dead. HA! God is so good. |
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Cathy |
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September 21, 2007 at 6:42pm |
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| God provided me with a husband that can stand me when I watch NFL football !!! |
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| Well, before I was saved, I said "I will never live in Moncton!" because it was primairly french, and I had such a hate-on for french people...I always seemed to get the ones at work that refused to speak to me in english, and would get really angry with me because I couldn't speak it or understand it at all. At any rate, I was with a mission group, and the finale was in Moncton...and I fell inlove with the place, frenchies and all...I mean, it is not a pretty city to behold, but I fell inlove with the people, and I ended up moving there the following year for ministry school..now that isn't even the best of it...as you may have guessed by my last name, I ended up marrying one of those french people! I always say how God has a real sense of humor because of that! Me, the french hater (pre-Christian), and I fall inlove with the french community (60+%) and I marry one! lol And no, still can't speak or understand a lick o' french! Salut! :D |
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JessIAm |
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September 24, 2007 at 10:38am |
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Thanks Pastor Tim. That story in 1 Sumuel is pretty humorous. It's poignant, too (how many times has God toppled idols in my heart?). Thanks Becky. God certainly knows how to stop a car =D Thanks Cathy! I have to admit, I don't watch the Super Bowl, I watch people who are watching the Super Bowl =D Thanks Lara! It's relieving to meet someone who actually met a nice French person. I thought they were extinct ;) God Bless You All |
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| More strange than funny I always wanted to some how help the underdog if you understand what I mean the homeless the sad the lost the misirable the rich man who does not believe. So, about 16 years ago God started me on a journey. It started with loosing my mind my memory and thus my Job my family could not recognise this new person that is me. I lost my home during the 11months of being processed into disability retirment I did not know I had insurance to pay the bills untill after it was too late insurance cancels when you don't make payments. I made no payments on anything during the 11 months I somehow fed my self and my son mostly by babysitting for a neighor. Later a therapist told me I should neaver be around children alone. I could not understand why I was not violent and it was helpful to watch them learn as I relearned how to live in this world. Se more in my blog on autobiography. |
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Eurika |
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October 02, 2007 at 2:48pm |
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I asked God for a man who is 'different' and interesting to me, because I get bored so quickly... He gave me a 'pirate' who not only wears an ear ring, but also wears toe rings!!! :D
God knows the desires of our hearts and sometimes meet them in funny ways!! |
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Wow! I never thought of that. I've always prayed for a wife that was _____ enough to keep my interest, but not so _____ I can't see her as a person. For _____, I have a list: pretty, intelligent, funny, compassionate, sexy (might as well admit it), spiritual, ... On top of all that, I've asked that she be an excellent dancer, have a great singing voice, and that she write poetry/music. Since God is always up to the challenge, and He knows I like to be pleasantly and creatively surprised, I wonder what I've gotten myself into! |
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Well, one night our family went to church and listened to all the stories of how difficult it was because the electricity had been off a few hours. It was kind of funny to us because we hadn't had electricity for several months.
During this same time I hitch-hiked a lot going to revivals. Beat staying at home and going to bed when it got dark. I found myself often praying for others needs as I hitch-hiked.
We never shared our "need" during this time. We simply believed GOD would provide. Without the distractions electricity provided I read the bible thru for the first time. My father received a call to preach. And I met this really pretty woman.
I had caught a ride with my pastor and his wife to a revival in another town the first night. My pastor was the song evanglist that week. I met a woman I knew from a previous job. We spoke. That night there was a meeting of some sort afterwards so I hitch-hiked home. The next night I was going to get a ride there and back.
Well, before services the next night, this woman comes up to me and asks me if I hitch-hiked home the night before. I said yes. She asked me if I needed a ride home that night. I said yes and she told me she would give me a ride home. Then I went to my pastor and told him I had another ride. We've been married twenty-three years. :)
.....peace..... |
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| apureheart: Best Story Ever! Thanks! |
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I remember one summer our church "created" our own VBS. My part was puppets and skits.
One character I was was Mr. Impossible. My clothes were on all wrong and when it was time for the kids to memorize scripture I would pop in and tell the teachers it was too hard for kids to memorize bible verses. The more I said they couldn't of course the more determined the kids were to do it.
Another time in a puppet skit I wrote we needed a firecracker. We didn't have one but the pastor's son had some and he gave us one. Well, when it was time the puppet lit the firecracker in church (it was on a pie tin). Much to my wife and I's surprise the firecracker did not pop. Instead it started spinning really fast with flames coming from both ends. We were too stunned to do anything. It spun for about ten seconds and then stopped. Fortunately, it stayed in the pie tin. We recovered from our shock and went on. We definitely had everyone's attention now. Funny thing is when we later tried repeatedly to duplicate the spinning firework in the pie tin every time it jumped out of the pie tin.
I can just imagine the conversation in heaven when we did that.
"He is going to do what?"
"Oh well, no big deal, it'll just be loud."
"It's not a firecracker? It's a what?"
Laughter roars across the sky.
"Just cover it with your hand until it stops."
"And make sure he doesn't write any more puppet skits with fireworks in them."
Another skit we did had me dressed up as Mr. Devil and one of my employees came into my office to quit. He was going to work for Jesus instead. The kids enjoyed it. A few days later while at work (in grocery store) at little girl points at me and tells her mother, "That man is the devil". I had to do some quick explaining, lol.
.....peace..... |
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JessIAm |
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October 31, 2007 at 12:34pm |
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| Thanks apureheart. I can just picture that firecracker! I was a VBS councelor one summer. It wasn't anywhere near as interesting as your's though! |
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Years ago I had recently come back to the Lord after several years of doing drugs. I wanted my best friend to get saved. I remember one day going over to his house and a bunch of people were sitting around the dining table smoking dope. I set my bible on the table as I was witnessing to my friend. He listened to me but wasn't really interested. I'm sure he figured it was just a matter of time before I became "normal" again and took my place at the table.
Well, a guy named Wesley picked up my bible and opened it to Genesis 1 and was reading it. I didn't really pay attention to him. I stayed for awhile and then left. A week or so later I returned. I wasn't welcomed into the house. The guy who answered the door told me Wesley "freaked out" later on in the day from the last time I had been by. He went over to his brother's house and flushed all his drugs down the toilet. And he started going to church.
It was kind of funny how blown away by it all the guy who was telling me it was. He just could not fathom why. He really thought something was really wrong with Wesley. And he let me know that I didn't need to bother coming around anymore.
That is my story of how I witnessed to one person and the "wrong" person got saved. :)
.....peace..... |
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Grant |
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November 01, 2007 at 8:00am |
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| When I was 25 and finishing college, I prayed one of those typically male prayers, "God, I'm 25 and I need a woman." It was not a very long prayer, just a reminder to God that I wanted a woman that HE would provide and not one of MY choosing. He actually answered that prayer wonderfully, but also humorously. He sent me two wonderful young ladies and made me choose. I'm glad that I chose who I did, and God's sense of makes the memory a good one. |
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Grant |
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November 01, 2007 at 8:21am |
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Here's another one. When I was a young fella, just out of college, I went through a period of unemployment. My then pastor suggested I start my own business. So I went to Baltimore to get a home improvement license. At the time in Maryland, you didn't need to know how to use a hammer, just how to write a contract. So, I got the license. Then I made my first quote on a sidewalk job. It was also easy, just so and so many dollars per square foot and linear foot. I got the job. All the other sidewalk contractors in town told me I quoted too low and was going to lose my shirt, but this was God's job and I was praying that just like he gave the guys in the Old Testament spiritual gifts to create the tabernacle, that he would help me provide for my family.
Well, he did, but hilariously so. I went down to the town hall to find out the specs for a standard sidewalk in Hagerstown. That was easy. I went to a contractor and asked him if I could rent some forms and a back hoe. I would pay him at the end of the job. I went to a hardware store and bought tools and borrowed my father-in-law's pick up.
I also needed help, so I went partners with another guy in the church who needed work. Tom asked me if I knew what I was doing. I just said that God would provide. He did. For instance, on the day of the big pour, my partner was sick. So, the guy shows up and begins the pour. Immediately the forms break open. Wrong wire. The guy tells me I need a #9 wire about coat hanger thickness. I tells him, I'll just duck down to the hardware store and get some. He starts shoveling the cement onto the road so we can get the forms back in position.
I didn't have any money to buy wire, but asked the guy if he knew my father-in-law. Sure, he says. So I ask if he can put it on my father-in-law's account or if I could pay him later. For some strange reason he agrees. We get the forms fixed and filled. Then later, just as I take the forms off, big clumps of cement start coming off with them. Oh, no, I begin to pray. The inspector just happens to roll up at the same time. I'm sunk I think. He asks if I'm having difficulties. Duh! Then he says, that's not a problem, just get a bucket of water and a broom and give it a good brush finish. Phew! It looked fabulous.
At the end of the job, came final inspection. The guy actually tells us that our job was better than the pros do. We don't believe him, so he tells us to take a walk around the block and look for ourselves. The difference between us and the pros, he tells us, is that we actually care about doing a good job. They didn't. We looked, and he was right.
Later, we got a house to paint and Tom, ever the skeptic asked me how to fix a big hole in an old plaster wall, or if I was going to look that one up in the encyclopedia too. I told him that was his job and walked off. Later on, he got stuck. His finish was not looking too good and he called me. What to do? Hmmmm! Let's pray about it, then we decided to get a wet sponge and see if that would solve the problem. Fantastic! It looked great! Later that night, we told the story to my mother-in-law. She just said, of course, her father was a plasterer by trade and even she knew how to finish old plaster. Well, apparently we didn't, but God sure does! |
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JessIAm |
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November 01, 2007 at 8:45am |
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Thanks Grant and APureHeart,
These are really inspiring. God doesn't need us to be perfect, just willing.
I'm remembering all sorts of stories from my childhood. I'll need to start posting them to catch up =) |
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I don't see why so many people ignore God's sense of humor. I can't, 'cause then I'd be ignoring myself and my best friend XD.
Something REALLY funny that happened to me once was this:
I was outside with my friends in PE, and the grass was still wet from rain (or something, I have no clue. They keep us inside too long! XP). Thing is, it was still sunny out; I'd picked the wrong way to wear a black T-shirt. Then, just joking around with them, I said, "It's too hot out here! I need a cool glass of water dumped down my shirt or something!"
We all laughed at that, but continued to talk. After that, I had something I wanted to tell them all at once, so I got in front of them and started walking backwards so that they could hear me.
God gave me what I wanted then... sorta...
Just then, my stupid self tripped over my own two feet. Remember when I said the grass was wet? Well, it didn't mysteriously dry out when I fell in it. Nope, I fell right into the wetness.
After that, I couldn't stop shivering. I don't know why, I mean, it was still hot out, but the water on my shirt made me so COLD! ...And I gave the term 'grass stains' a whole new meaning XD I couldn't help but laugh at myself, and my friend pointed out to me one thing:
"Well, God answered your prayers. And he used your clumsiness, too. Kudos!"
All I could do at the time was mutter "shut up.", causing her to laugh again. Later, I realized she was right; my clumsiness helped God answer my prayer!
The moral of the story? "Even clumsy people can help God answer prayers." LOL ^_^ |
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One time I was at a park with a friend playing frisbee. It was a nice day so I took off my sandals and was barefooted. A girl my friend knew came by and we stopped to talk with her. As usual the conversation got around to the love of GOD. During the conversation the girl made a comment that she hated everyone. I told her she didn't hate me I loved her too much. She began to cry. We began to pray. She didn't get saved that day. That came a few weeks later.
But when it was time for me to leave to go to church my sandals were gone. Now they had been in plain sight nearby the whole time we were playing frisbee. The only time someone could have taken them was while we were in prayer. I guess that is why the Lord instructed us to watch and pray. LOL So that night I went to church barefooted.
.....peace.....
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JessIAm |
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November 28, 2007 at 10:20am |
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I love that story restore =D I giggle at myself often. |
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God is still sending us humor with our children.
Christopher our youngest (almost 14) and diagnosed with Aspergers a form of Autism has a hatred for school and a love for the xbox and computer video games. He is getting much older and wiser about how to convince us he has no homework so he can get on the games. We too, are trying to back off and let him learn the responsibility of being responsible for your homework. This is a bad year for Chris as he is almost failing the 8th grade. Louis and I have been praying and praying about what to do with this child.
So we came up with a new plan on Thursday night, mind you we have had twenty this year - all failing. He could get on the games after we had checked his completed homework and his agenda showing what was due. He blew off the homework until late Saturday and after lots of arguing he finally got it done and was allowed to get on the games.
The entire family except for Chris left the house to run errands, business trips, or meet up and hang out with other teenage friends Sunday afternoon. When I returned with two of the teens he was furious... the xbox was smoking, and his computer game didn't work anymore. Somehow Chris had accidently uninstalled his computer game and he also ruined the xbox, and he didn't have the cd to reinstall it on his computer.
The entire family except for Chris saw this as humor from God. We told him even God wants him to do his homework and not play games. |
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Thanks Becky. I love that story =D My best friend's nephew isn't very motivated to do his homework, or to do it properly. His nephew loves to play computer games. My best friend asked him which was more fun - digging a ditch, or programming a computer game. His nephew said programming a game (of course). Then my friend said "The people who hire computer game programmers expect them to know how to do math without mistakes. The people who can't do math end up digging ditches." That seemed to give his nephew more motivation. |
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| I loved reading all these stories! I'm still thinking on mine... |
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| Thanks Hopeful, I'm looking forward to reading it =D |
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