PREP FOR THE FINAL

I have been teaching emergency response classes for many years.  I have taught CPR classes, community emergency response classes (C.E.R.T.), First Responder Classes, emergency medical technician courses (EMT), paramedic courses, Hazardous Materials course and many other courses involving response to and preparation for emergencies.  I love emergency work and love teaching these students. 

I started yet another First Responder class last night.  (It seems the students keep getting younger and younger.  Or could it be that I'm getting older?  Stop chasing rabbits and get back to the story.)

As usual I gave my students an over-view of what the course would be like.  I told them that they not only would be required to have the "book" knowledge of the topics but also be required to preform the skills.  As I always do, I presented them with copies of the skills test on the first night of class.  I told them that at the end of the course they would be tested from these exact skill sheet.  I stressed to them the importance of knowing, understanding and being able to preform these skills. My words to them were, "Not knowing and being able to accomplish these skills will cause you to fail this course".  But I know what they will do. Oh, they won't be the first class to do it and they won't be the last  class to do it.  They will put off their study of these skills until the final week. 

Even though I stress the importance, even though I remind them  continually, the final week of class will arrive and the testing day will be upon them and they will not have picked up the skill sheets or studied the material.

You might say, "What idiots"!  Yeah, that's the way I feel too.  But I look back at the way we Christians live our lives and I see that we are not much different from my misguided students.

We have been given the Word of God, the ultimate instructions for Holy living. It has been shown to us in words and by example how we should live in order to honor God.  Yet how many of us put off the things that are most important.  Procrastination has become the norm for people of our day. "Don't do today what you can put off until tomorrow" has become our theme.

Recently, one of my students told me three days before the final test, "Oh, that test.  I haven't even looked at that material yet".  Imagine how that made me feel as an instructor.  Imagine how that makes God feel as our Father. 

Lord, may we read your words morning and night, may we "study to show ourselves approved unto God", may we be prepared for the final. 

LEAVE IT

I’ve never claimed to be a good animal trainer.  As a matter of fact, my dogs have always seemed to be the most misbehaved, stubborn, messed up animals in the town. Daddy used to say that you had to know more than the animal before you could teach it anything.  Therein might lie the problem.

But I have watched some animal training shows on T.V. and read some tips for teaching your dog how to behave.  It seems simple.  There are the basic things like sit, stay, roll over, play dead, fetch things that everyone tried to convey to their pets.  Most pets can master these commands quickly with a little work.  The more advanced task take time but a well behaved dog can be taught almost anything. 

Our pastor shared a story about his dog in Bible study that made me really understand an important point, not about dog training but about Christian principles.  I’d like to take the liberty of sharing his story with you. 

Our pastor is deaf and at one point in his life he had a service dog named Ryan.  Ryan would go with the pastor everywhere.  He would hear things that the pastor could not hear and then make the pastor aware of those things. 

Ryan had one favorite treat that he loved dearly.  Ryan loved cheese.  The pastor would use a piece of cheese to reward Ryan for good deeds or behaving well. 

Often to teach Ryan obedience the pastor would place a piece of cheese on the floor in front of Ryan and give the command “no”.  He would walk away and watch what Ryan would do.  The dog would sit there and stare at the cheese.  Sometimes his body would even tremble and shake because he wanted to get to this tasty tid-bit.  But Ryan was an obedient animal and would not touch the cheese. 

At other times the pastor would place the cheese on the floor and give the command “leave it”.  Immediately Ryan would take his gaze off of the cheese and look directly at the pastor.  Instead of looking at the cheese his eyes were fixed on his master.  Where ever his master would walk, Ryan’s eyes would follow. There was no trembling or longing for the treat now because he had heard the order, he loved his master and his desire was to forsake the treat no matter how much he wanted it and look to his owner in obedience.   

Wow, if I could just be as smart as Ryan!  But what do I do?  My master says “leave it” and I continue looking.  And as I gaze upon the temptation, the treat, my inner being seems to tremble and shake because I want this “thing” so much.  I may obey but I am miserable because I can’t have what I want.

If I could only listen to my master when He says “Leave it” and turn my eyes off the things that I want and focus completely on Him, my temptations will not be the center of my thoughts and feelings. 

Looking on, focusing on, thinking about whatever it is that tempts me is complete foolishness.  It will ultimately lead me to failure.  It makes about as much sense as an alcoholic saying that he is trying to quit drinking but goes to the bar to be with his friends.  “Oh, I’m not going to drink.  I’m just going to sit and have a good time of conversation and enjoyment”.  You and I both know what will happen. 

God, help me to love my master so much that I will take my eyes off of the world and the things of the world and focus on you.  Help me to hear and obey your command to “leave it”.

STUCK IN THE FRIDGE

I wish I had pictures or a video to show you.  But the only pictures of the event are taped haphazardly into the frazzled scrapbook of my failing memory. 

I was working as a paramedic on the only ambulance service in our county at that time.  The small crew of men and women worked long hours preforming life-saving procedures for victims of wrecks, shooting, heart attacks and everything in between. 

On this particular morning we received a call from a panic stricken mother crying that her daughter was stuck in a refrigerator.  As my partner maneuvered the ambulance through the streets of our little town we both could only picture in our minds what we might encounter when we arrived.  We imagined some child playing near an abandoned refrigerator and becoming locked inside without sufficient oxygen.   This might prove to be a very tragic situation.

As the ambulance screeched to a stop in front of the address given, the frantic mother stood on the sidewalk waving her hands and motioning us toward the house.  I grabbed the “jump bag” and headed in the door, through the living room and into the kitchen.  There I saw what proved to be one of them most comical sights I have ever seen. Let me see if I can paint it for you.

There in the kitchen was an old time refrigerator or what we called an “ice box”.  It was a refrigerator that had the aluminum freezer unit in the top.  This is where the aluminum ice trays were kept and a small amount of frozen food.  The mother had been defrosting the freezer that morning and had left the door open to aid in the process.  Somehow the little girl who was I guess 4 or 5 had pulled a chair up to the refrigerator and stuck her tongue to the aluminum unit.  As you can guess, it stuck fast to that surface. 

Mom had performed emergency measures such as throwing pans full of water from the sink onto the child with no success in freeing the poor child’s tongue.  The little girl stood there on the chair with both of her little hands against the refrigerator.  She was soaking wet, pushing as hard as she could and her little tongue looked like it had stretched about two feet.  Mom was crying, the little girl was crying, and it was all I could do not to double over laughing. 

I took a small syringe from the jump bag and walked over to the sink where I filled it with some water.  I reached in and squirted water directly on the tip of the little girls tongue. In response to the water placed just in the right place, the monstrous refrigerator immediately released its prey and the little girl was safe.  That was over 30 years ago and I can still see those events as if it were yesterday. 

If you think about it, events like this happen all the time. As humans, we see something we want to touch.  Oh, we might know that it is wrong and that we are not supposed to do it but just a little touch couldn’t hurt.  After all, we do not intend to climb into the refrigerator.  We will just touch it with our tongue and see what it’s like. 

Sure enough we find ourselves stuck and all of our pushing and pulling can’t free us from our captivity.  Friends and family might try to help us.  Dumping loads of “Christian water” onto our situation.  They invite us to church events and send us Christian books for Christmas or birthdays. We find ourselves soaked with religious-ness but still trapped in the cold frigid confines of sin. 

If we would call out to God, dial the heavenly 911 number, God will apply just the right amount of “living water” to just the right spot and we will be freed. 

I may be writing to someone today who is stuck in a seemingly inescapable situation.  You’ve tried everything.  You’ve pushed and pulled and thrown everything you can imagine at the problem with no results.  You stand there, soaked by your own efforts and the well-meaning efforts of others, yet still locked in. 

Why don’t you stop fighting and call 911?  Why don’t you ask God to apply His living water to the spot of your entrapment and walk away a free person?  He is waiting for your call. 

WAITING TO LAND

Recently, my wife, Keva had to travel to Atlanta, Georgia on a project for the company she works for.  I hated for her to travel there alone and I had plenty of off time saved up.  So I decided to drive her to Atlanta and stay with her until her task was complete. 

We drove to Atlanta along Interstate 20 and as we neared the big city we noticed a remarkable site that I had never seen before.

As we approached from the west and crossed over those foothills just outside the massive city, Atlanta’s lights glowed brightly in the distance.  That sight alone for country people like my wife and I was exciting.  But then we noticed the lights in the sky. 

The night sky was crisp and clear.  From our vantage point it was easy to distinguish the lights of the great city from the lights of the massive night sky.

The Atlanta Hartsfield airport is west of the city.  I knew that it was a very busy airport but didn’t realize how busy until we neared Atlanta that evening. 

There, above us, almost like they were lining up, were scores and scores of airplanes.  It seemed to us that they were standing in line, waiting for their turn to land at the airport.   I guess in fact that is exactly what they were doing, yet traveling at a very high rate of speed.

I thought of all the people seated in those planes flying along at such a great speed.  Some were nearing the end of a long business trip.  Some of them were anticipating meetings with relatives who were already there.  Some were excited about what they were going to see and do when they arrived.  There may have been someone on one of those planes who was anticipating the meeting of someone special, perhaps a bride about to see her groom. 

They had no idea who was “in line” before them or after them.  Their thoughts and attention was there in the airplane.  They were reading books, watching movies, eating, drinking and talking. 

I thought how much that mimics our Christian expedition.  We all are on a journey and are rapidly approaching the end of that voyage whether we realize it or not. 

We are all busy reading, studying, talking, eating, drinking and being merry.  Most of us have not bothered looking out the window to see how close we might be to our destination.    

Some of us started on this journey long ago. The trip has been lengthy.  The work has been tiring.  Oh, we have had some good times and met some good people along the way.  But we are tired and can’t wait to get home. 

Some of us are looking forward to the relatives and friends who have gone before us to that great “City”.  We can’t wait to see them. 

Some of us have pondered for years about the glory and splendor of that beautiful place.  Although the Word tells us “eye hath not seen nor ear heard neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him”.  Still we can’t wait to experience that wonder.

Some of our minds are on The One who is so special to us.  We long to see Jesus.  We are His bride and He is our groom. 

But sadly, there are many who are not expecting to arrive.  Their only thought is the trip. When they stepped on this plane it was as if they never expected to exit.  How foolish. 

One day our plane will arrive.  We don’t know exactly when.  We don’t know what our place in line might be.  For those of us who are ready it will be a great “touchdown”. 

I hope you are anticipating your landing. It has been planned for a long time. 

Hey, look out the window.  I think I can see the lights of the city. 

THROUGH THE FOG

Those of you who know me might remember that many years ago I served in the U.S. Coast Guard.  As I have said before, I had no dream of becoming a fire fighter, EMT or anyone who “saved” folks when I was young.  I don’t think I had any special skills that would have caused the people who were in the command structure to think I would be better than anyone else in an emergency situation.  But somehow even though I was sent to diesel engine school, I ended up being stationed with a Search and Rescue team in Galveston, Texas. 

The way that system worked was very similar to the way a fire department works now.   There were crews who manned certain boats on any given day.  On each crew there was an engineer (that was the position I filled) who made sure the boat and equipment ran correctly.  The engineer also did the firefighting, rescue work. 

Then there was the “coxswain”.  This man was in charge of navigation to and from the emergency.  He managed the boat operations. 

The third man on the boat was called the “seaman”.  This man handled the lines, assisted the coxswain and when he could, assisted the engineer. 

I served with several coxswains during my time in the Coast Guard but I want to tell you about a specific time and a specific coxswain.

His name was Bruce and he was from Huntsville, Alabama. Bruce was a tall, thin, blonde guy.  He spoke in a very slow southern drawl.  Bruce had only been married for a short time and he and his wife lived together with a very excitable Chihuahua dog in a small apartment there on Galveston Island.  Although Bruce was probably one of the best coxswains in our unit the thing I remember most about him was the slow, deliberate, calm way he approached every situation.  I would be in full, wide open, hurry up, get-er done mode and Bruce would never change his tone or his speed. 

On this particular occasion I remember being sent from Galveston, North, up the Houston ship channel to search for a lost vessel.  The fog was so thick you could literally not see the bow from the stern on the 40 foot utility boat we were manning that day. 

Once we pulled out of the slip at Galveston and turned into the ship channel I had no idea where we were or how to get back to base.  That day I learned a few lessons in navigation.

I was at once ready to abort the mission and if at all possible, return to base. But Bruce broke out a chart.  This is a map for waterways.  He looked at the compass and at the chart and confidently guided our little boat from one buoy to the next. Although I had no idea where we were or how to get back and although none of us could see 40 feet fore or aft of us, Bruce had complete confidence in the chart and the compass and his ability to follow the instructions left for him.

I was not as confident in my coxswains ability.  I walked to the bow and stood there, peering into the white nothing-ness trying to see something, anything that would give me an idea as to which way we should go. 

"Just off the starboard bow" Bruce said, "should be a red boey.  Let me know when you see it"

And sure enough, in just a moment, there it was just like he said.  It didn't happen just once but over and over again.  Bruce would read the instructions, set the course and follow the compas and the next boey would be exactly where it was supposed to be. 

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As I sat in Wednesday night Bible study last week our pastor was explaining the story of the patriarchs, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.  He told of how they simply trusted in God for guidance.  He told how they resolutely followed the commands of God even though they had no idea where they were going or how to get there. 

They did not have the Bible to read in order to see what was ahead.  They could only trust in the promise of God.  They could only believe that the God who had promised was more than capable of fulfilling HIs promise.  They may have been “fogged in” by the situations and circumstances around them.  But by their faith in the One who drew the chart and the One who created the compas,  they prevailed.  

And you know, for a lot of those who have gone before, things didn't end well.  Hebrews 11 (The Faith Chapter) put it like this:

They had "...trials of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment;  They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wondered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented....they wondered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth. And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, RECEIVED NOT THE PROMISE:  God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect". 

Those people couldn't see through the fog any more than Bruce and I could back there in the Houston ship channel but they trusted in the promise and the Promis-er. 

Oh, that I could be like that.  But I want to see all the way to the end of the road before I make the first step. I want to be assured of the outcome before I commit.  I want a road with no bumps, pot-holes or ruts.

You know God doesn’t work that way don’t you? 

Did you catch the last part of that scripture? 

They were faithful.  They did what they were supposed to do.  They believed God.....BUT RECEIVED NOT THE PROMISE!  God had a better plan.  Their work, their faithfulness, their obedience COMBINED with ours is what God had in mind. 

So when things get tough for you and I, when we don't understand why problems and trials happen in our life.  I trust that we will add our name to the list of those faithful followers and know that we are fulfilling His plan.

I guess I’ve got a few folks to thank this morning because I’ve gotten a much clearer understanding of my place and part in the story of the Kingdom.  I have no way of knowing the whole story.  I have no way of seeing what will happen to me or my loved ones.  But I can take the chart and compass and trust in them to get me where I’m going.

Read the chart, trust the compass and set the course.  Have faith in the one who can see it all above the fog.

So thanks this morning to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and all those un-named folk who have gone before, thanks to the pastor and thanks to Bruce for all combining to teach on old dog new tricks.  With your examples and instructions, and the promises and over-sight of the Great Commander, I think I can make it through the fog. 

 

   

PRAISE ISN'T PRAISE TILL YOU GIVE IT AWAY

PRAISE ISN’T PRAISE TILL YOU GIVE IT AWAY

There are some really foolish questions that people ask about God.

·        Can God create a rock so big that He cannot move it?

·        Can God create an object so small that He cannot see it?

·        Can God create a sandwich so big that He can’t eat it?

These questions have been used for years to try and confuse Christians who say that God is omnipotent.

I don’t want my question to you to be viewed in that light.  It’s not meant to confuse you but to enlighten you.

My question:  Can God receive a gift that is not offered?

In my study of Psalms, (which is just getting off the ground).  I have found that another reason David was a man after God’s own heart is that he was a man who constantly PRAISED God. 

David had problems and troubles both physically, relationally and spiritually, but he always, in all situations, Praised God.

If I asked you if you thought you praised God or even knew how to praise God most, if not all of you would answer in the affirmative. 

“Sure, I praise God all the time.  Oh, I may not praise him like you do, or I may not praise Him out loud, but I praise Him”.

I want to go over with you the words that David used in the book of Psalms that have been interrupted into the English language to mean PRAISE.  You know that the Hebrew language was much different from ours.  Many of their words have been combined into just one English word which is often confusing to us. 

It goes without saying that I am not a Hebrew scholar.  I have never studied the language.  I can’t speak good English, much less Hebrew.  But I have books that will do the work for me and I want to share that with you.

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Words for Praise in Psalms:

1.  Yadah  (yaw-daw):  to use the hands, extend the hands , an action word

You have seen this in churches.  You may have used it yourself.  A person might stand, or kneel, or even sit on the bench and as someone is singing, or the preacher says something that you agree with or can relate to, you raise your hand. 

Church of God folk raise both hands, Nazarenes raise one, and Baptist wouldn’t raise a hand if he were being robbed. 

2.  Tehhillaw :  laudation,  a hymn of praise  

This is something that is done in most churches.  The congregation might sing together or someone preforms a “special” song.

3.  Zamar (zaw-mar):  to strike with the fingers on an instrument/ play and sing

This word means to play an instrument (usually accompanied by singing) When someone plays a piano special or someone plays a trumpet, even when the offering is being taken or the pianist plays prior to service.

4.  Halal (haw-lal):  to make a show, to boast (foolishly), to rave, to celebrate,

To me, this brings to mind a football fan.  If you notice the people in the stands when the camera pans across the crowd, they look boastful (“we’re number one”), they are making a show (waving their big foam rubber fingers, or flags) and they are definitely celebrating.

5.  Shabach (shaw-bakh):  to address in a loud tone, commend loudly

I am reminded of old Bro. Johnny Banks who used to pastor Sylacauga First Church of The Nazarene.  He would sit in the congregation at camp meeting and when the speaker would say something that Johnny agreed with, he would slowly, but with a deep, booming voice, say “Glory be to God forever”.

Everyone in the place heard him.  He was commending what was said and doing it with a loud voice.

6.  towdah (to-daw):  A choir of worshipers, extending their hands as offering a sacrifice of praise

I love choirs.  I have had the privilege of leading several choirs.  What I remember about them is not their great singing ability but their heart for worship.

In Columbiana we took a page out of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir’s practice.  We would often gather around the altar to pray before we practiced.  It would turn into a prayer meeting.

I could look up into the choir while we were singing and I could see the tears in the eyes of the people.  I could see their hands raised.  Some wouldn’t even be singing, just praising God. 

God’s presence would come on the service and His glory would fall.  They offered their praise as a sacrifice to God. 

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So there you have it, David’s methods of Praising God.

1.  Raising your hands, outstretched toward God

2.  Singing

3. Playing an instrument

4.  Acting wild and crazy, celebrating

5.  Joining others in offering a sacrifice of praise to God

Notice that each is a “sacrifice”, something that you give or offer to God.  It might cost you something.  You might have to give up your self-consciousness, your comfort zone, your pride in how people look at you. 

I wonder if the way we praise God is a sacrifice at all.

Your first attempts at PRAISE might take a little thought and effort but I believe that when we learn to truly worship and praise, that our PRAISE will become natural and be an outward expression of what’s actually happening on the inside. 

What can’t God do?  He can’t receive a gift or accept a gift that you do not offer.

Let’s join DAVID in OFFERING our PRAISE to God. 

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU CAN'T "GET-ER DONE"?

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU CAN’T “GET-ER DONE”

PSALMS 18:4-7

Is it just a man thing?  Do women ever feel this way?  Am I the only one who thinks he is 10 feet tall and bullet proof?

Most of you know of my background.  But let me just put my questions in context for you.

I was a real wimp growing up.  In elementary school and even in high school (There was no such thing as middle school or junior high when I was in school.  You just went right from elementary school with one teacher who was with you all day long….to high school, where you went from class to class) I was not good around people.  I was intimidated by just about everyone. 

I can remember wanting to go out for little league baseball one year.  I wasn’t as big as the other kids but I could pitch pretty well. I remember Dad nailing a vegetable basket up on the porch so I could try to “hit the spot when I was pitching”.   There is no telling how many windows I broke or damage I did in learning to pitch. 

I was good at fielding the ball and although not a power hitter, I could make contact with the ball and was fast enough to get on base. I would have been a pretty good kid to have on your little league team. 

So the day came to sign up.  Everyone was supposed to meet at the practice field right after school.  I made up my mind that I was going to play ball on this little league team.  I got my stuff together and walked down to the field.  But before I got there, while I was still about a half block away, I heard some of the guys already there.  They were laughing and yelling and throwing the ball back and forth.  I recognized several of their voices.  They were a year older than me.  They were a bit bigger than me.  Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks.  I can’t play ball with those guys.  I’m not good enough to be on that team.  I was intimidated. 

So I turned around walked back home and never played little league baseball.  That’s the way I was in school.  That’s just one example.  There were others.  I just couldn’t function around people. I HAD NO SELF CONFIDENCE.

But then I graduated from high school.    There was a little thing called the Viet Nam War going on about that time and if you were healthy and not wealthy and you were not wise enough to go to college and had too much pride to run to Canada or Mexico, you pretty much were going to get a free trip to Viet Nam.   

So instead of accepting that free trip I decided to join the Coast Guard.  To this day I don’t know why.  I never wanted to rescue anyone.  I never wanted to fight fire.  I got sea sick for goodness sake!

But sometime between when I joined and when they sent me to Texas to work with a Search and Rescue team, I gained some self-confidence.  Suddenly I thought I could do anything.  I would jump into the Gulf with nothing on but my cut-off jeans and my knife and rescue folks. 

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I found that I loved to run into dangerous places that others were running out of.  I became a FIX-ER!

If someone was in trouble, I was the one to go get them out of trouble.  If situation was bad, I was the one who would be sent to take care of it.  If something was broken I’d be the one to go and GET-ER DONE.

Honestly I have no idea how that happened, but it did, and I was comfortable in that position. I’m not trying to blow my own horn.  I just want to make the point , that’s the way I saw myself and I guess the way others saw me because they kept putting me in that position. 

ENOUGH ABOUT ME, LET’S TALK ABOUT DAVID FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

Are there people in the Bible that you don’t like?

Oh, I’m not talking about the bad guys, like Goliath or Ahab or Herod or Pilate. I’m talking about guys that are supposed to be the good guys….but somehow you just don’t like them. 

Well, that’s the way I use to feel about David.  I don’t know why.  I think I thought he was a show-off.  I may have thought that God just handed him everything he needed.  But for some reason I just didn’t like David. 

You know the Bible tells us however that David was “a man after God’s own heart”.  And I just couldn’t get that either.  He stole a man’s wife and had the guy killed!  Is that a man after God’s own heart? 

Well, you know the story.  He went from a little shepherd boy to fighting and killing the giant to King of Israel.  David could pretty much ask for what he wanted and pay for what he got.  David was a guy who could GET-ER DONE.  Wouldn’t you agree? 

Although David had lots of high times when things went really well for him, he also had a bunch of bad times.  And I want to take you to one of those times quickly this morning and see if you don’t think it applies to us, today. 

Saul loved David at first.  After all David had killed the giant and given Israel the victory over the Philistines.  David could play the harp and sooth Saul’s restless soul.  But Saul got jealous.  Saul hated David then and Saul tried on many occasions to catch David and kill him. 

In Psalms 18 we find a Psalm of David which according to my Bible are the words or “song” if you will that David sang when God delivered him from the hand of Saul on one of these occasions.    

Let’s look at the kind of situation David was in: 

Chapter 18 verse 4-5:

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“The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.  The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.”

You don’t have to be a Bible scholar to read this and figure out that David was feeling kind of bad.  

If he had been a GET-ER DONE GUY once, he certainly wasn’t feeling it now.  Sure God had blessed him in the past.  Sure things had gone good for him back then. Sure people liked him and cheered for him back in the day…..but now HE WAS IN TROUBLE. 

And that brings me up to today.  That brings me up to the here and now.  That’s where I’m at this morning. 

We’ve had some good times in this church.  We have had some great services and great fellowships and times when things were really looking up.  We have had souls saved and believers sanctified.  Families have been brought together.  Lives have been changed. 

But recently, we have secured a new pastor.  Not just any pastor but a pastor who has a doctor’s degree.     He is educated and has traveled all over the U.S. to speak to various organizations and groups.  He has pastored churches much larger than this one.  And now WE HAVE HIM as our pastor.

BUT before he had been her long enough to learn where the light switches are located…….he loses his “real” job.

And if that isn’t enough, now he is battling this “Bell’s palsy” thing which is affecting his speech. 

But the pastor is not the only one facing tough times.

I can mention one of our members who has diabetic problems.  For a long time he has struggled with infection in his feet and legs.  He has been in the hospital for a while now.   He was supposed to get out of the hospital yesterday but sometime in the middle of Friday night he woke up with his lower extremities swollen and right back in the same or even worse situation than he was before.  Doctors now say that he will most likely lose his leg.

We could probably go around the room and each of you could tell of a situation in your life RIGHT NOW that has you feeling the same way David felt with Saul hot on his trail. 

So what can I do about it?  What can we do about it? If I’m such a “Get-er done” person why don’t I do something?

I CAN’T FIX IT.  I CAN’T GET-ER DONE. 

I can’t find the pastor a job or make his palsy go away.  I can’t heal our brother’s leg and cure his diabetes.  I can’t fix your problem and make the things that are troubling you to disappear. 

What do you do when you can’t GET-ER DONE?

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David had the answer.  Let’s read on a little bit further.

Chapter 18, verse 6:

“In my distress I CALLED UPON THE LORD and CRIED OUT UNTO MY GOD…..and He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears”

TRUTH NUMBER ONE:   WHEN I CRY OUT TO GOD….HE WILL HEAR ME!

How foolish we are to try to fix things ourselves.  How silly it is to think we can “Get-er done”.

We think we are doing our best, trying to make things work in our lives when in all actuality we are making things worse.

I was told a true story many years ago about a textile mill down in “The Valley” (Shamut, Langdale, Laneyt) In this particular plant there were many, many sewing machines.  The workers sat there and all day long sewed garments.  They had quotas.  They had to work as fast as they could in order to make those quotas. 

But from time to time their thread would get tangled in the machine.  If their thread was tangled they couldn’t sew garments and the tally would go down they couldn’t produce. 

Each person was told when they were given the job, “If your machine gets tangled up DO NOT TRY TO FIX IT YOURSELF, CALL THE FORMAN HE CAN FIX IT QUICKLY AND GET YOU BACK TO WORK”

Well this one little lady was working hard and doing a good job of keeping up with the tally but suddenly her machine got tangled.  She knew about sewing machines and so instead of calling the foreman and making a big deal out of it she decided to do it herself. 

The more she worked the more tangled the thread got in the machine.  When the foreman finally came by and saw her machine not working he grew very angry at the lady. 

“But Mr. Foreman” she said, “I was doing my best”.

“No M’am” the foreman told her, “You were not doing your best.  Your best would have been to call on me first”.

When we get into trouble or best is to STOP RIGHT THERE AND CALL THE BOSS!

“Call on me and I will answer you and show you great and might things that you do not know”. Jer. 33:3

Calling, that’s my part.  But read on.

PSALMS 18: 7-9

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“Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because He was wroth (mad).  I think sometimes when we get “picked on” by the devil it makes God mad.

There went up a smoke out of His nostrils, and fire out of His mouth devoured; coals were kindled by it.

He bowed the heavens also and came down…”

Are you picking up what I’m laying down?  God will bow down the heavens to come to your aid.

TRUTH NUMBER TWO: GOD WILL MOVE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO COME TO OUR RESCUE

That’s a pretty simple plan isn’t it?  We call out; God hears and does all sorts of wild and crazy stuff to GET-ER DONE.

CONCLUSION: You know how I’d like to end this morning’s worship?

1.   I wish there was a great District Superintendent here to come forward and lead us in prayer.  I wish that we could hear him use great words and phrases, that with all his praying experience he could call together heaven and earth and let us touch God.

2.  I wish there were some of the great old saints that I use to hear at camp meeting who could fall on their knees at the altar and grab heaven by the tail and bring it down to earth so God would just walk out on our troubled waters and work a miracle.

3.  I wish we had someone who was able to pray for effect. 

But that’s not what the Word tells us we need.  It simply says if we are in need, CALL OUT.

You may not feel a need this morning.  Everything in your world might be going just fine.  You may not be at a point in your life where you feel like you need to CRY OUT TO GOD. But there are folks here that could use your prayer if you don’t need them.  

I am there.  I’m at that point where I need God to hear me.  I can’t GET-ER DONE and I need Him to do it.  And honestly, that’s a great place to be.  Until you and I get to the place where we can’t get-er done we will continue to try and do it on our own.  But when we get to the place where only a miracle will make it happen…..that’s when we get our miracle. 

What do I do when I can’t get­-er done?  I call on God and He will bow down the heavens to help me.