A young man I used to be, I have also grown old, and yet I have not seen anyone righteous left entirely, nor his offspring looking for bread.
Jehovah especially delights in providing for the needs of his faithful worshippers. Many faithful Christians have experienced such evidence of Jehovah’s care. For example, some years ago, a full-time minister named Nancy found herself in a predicament. “I needed $66 to pay my rent, which was due the next day,” Nancy recalls. “I didn’t know how I was going to come up with the money. I prayed about the problem, and then I went to my job as a waitress. I didn’t expect to receive many tips that evening because it was a time of the week that was typically not very busy. To my surprise, several customers came to the restaurant that night. When I finished my shift and added up the tips I had received, the total was $66.” Nancy is convinced that Jehovah provided exactly what she needed.
Some years ago I attended the Pioneer School. The circuit overseer related his own personal experience when he and his wife packed up and went to Mississippi to work where the need was greater. (It is important to the story to note that both brother and sister G are African American. Not only that, it was back in the 1960’s when the South was in an uproar over civil rights.)
Brother and sister G got settled into their new congregation and were out in the ministry in a rural area with another sister. They were driving an old VW bug and had no money for even gasoline. And they were running out of fuel. Then Brother G noticed a pickup truck was tailing them. He slowed down. It slowed down. He turned. It turned. He tried to speed up, but the little old Volkswagen just didn’t have the horses.
So, he pulled over and stopped. The pickup truck pulled over and stopped. At this point Bro G was seriously concerned. Here were two blacks, all alone in the Deep South. And a white guy in a pickup truck seems to be stalking them. But the brother decided to get out of the car and go back and ask the man what his problem was.
The pickup driver spoke first and asked: Are you Brother G? To which he said “yes.” Then the man introduced himself. Turns out his wife was a JW. The man then said. ‘My wife is Sister B. She asked me to track you down and give you $50.’ (That was a lot of money back in the 60’s.)
The moral of the story: You can’t outrun a blessing from Jehovah.
No audio today due to a house guest sleeping on a futon in my studio.