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To Know Christ and to Make Him Known – Philippians 3:10

MY JOURNEY 11

A SEARCH FOR HOME!
search.jpgI really never thought we were homeless at the time and I guess in some sense we weren’t, but the reality was for a few months we did not have a place to call ‘home’.  We, however, were so deeply intrenched in the adventure of getting to know our Lord that we did not think much about ‘home’ for a while.  Hiding under the surface of every mile we travelled, though,  was a longing for home.  Home is that place where one feels secure, safe, and a place from which one launches out to discover new ‘lands’ and ‘vistas’.   It is also a place to where one can retreat, if the winds and the waves of life’s sea become too boisterous to walk upon. home2.jpg
I guess, ‘home’ is a little hard to define, but whatever it is, I don’t think we had one.   Somehow I think we knew deep within our hearts that to follow Jesus with abandon would eventually lead us to home, but we surely did not know how we would ever get there.
So, off we went from our ‘Oasis in Ormond’ to Saint Louis, MO.  We spent two wonderful weeks there.  The pastor and his wife had left us well taken care of with meals brought in everyday and guided tours of the city.  Once again we were blessed with people, who were hungry to know Christ, and who fed from our times together in worship.  For example, on our first Sunday at the Church, I felt the Lord impressing me to have our son, Nathan, sing a solo.  He and I prayed together about which song he should sing.  The Lord very definitely directed for him to sing one that is sort of like a ballad.  The lyrics speak of a young woman, who finds herself pregnant and rejected and asks the question, “Who will be ‘Jesus’ to her’?  As Nathan sang, the Presence of the Lord came into the sanctuary in a most unique way.  (By the way, Nathan has a marvelous voice).  But what happened that day was more than just a good voice.  People began to weep, some came to the altar to pray.  You see we were unaware that there was a young woman in the Church that morning for whom the song was like an autobiography.  She had come hoping to find ‘home’.  She found it!  All praise be to God!
don-and-gerri.jpgAfter our two weeks in Saint Louis we went to Millerstown, Kentucky, population 32 (and that’s everybody plus some pets).  There’s not much there except a Christian radio station (WJCR), and Don and Gerri Powell.  From that hilltop in southcentral Kentucky they literally broadcast the gospel all over the world.  Don is the brother of Gary Powell from Ormond Beach, FL.  He had asked me to come preach an Indoor Campmeeting for him.  We had a glorious time together.  Don has since gone on to be with the Lord, but his son, Donnie, Jr. is carrying on the work his father started.
From there we went back to Scott Depot, WV where we had spent so many years.  We stayed with my Aunt Christine for a while and then we stayed with Duane and Sally Bell, dear friends from our former Church.  While there, I received calls from three pastors asking me to preach Revival Services for them.  The Churches were in Pearisburg, VA, Traverler’s Rest, SC, and Hickory, NC.  God worked in each of those meetings saving the lost, and calling believers to draw closer to Christ.  In Pearisburg, Va ,a year or two later ,I had an unusual experience.  The meeting I held was from Sunday to Wednesday.  On the last night I was preaching with all my heart, when suddenly I spoke some words that frightened me a little.   I was under a precious anointing from our Lord when I said, “…someone, who is present in this meeting tonight, has heard the gospel for the last time…”  It was one of those times, you think, “What did I just say?”  The next day Kathi and I went back to WV.  Early on Sunday morning, the pastor of the Pearisburg Church called me to tell me that one of the men in his parish had passed away.  He had been in the meeting the last night I spoke.  He had attended the Church for quite sometime, but, sadly, his wife and children confessed they had never in their entire lives heard the man pray.  How tragic!  We have so little time to influence people around us and especially our loved ones and friends.  Oh God, help us to redeem the time.
It was this pastor, Dr. J. Carl Rouintree, who was used by God to give additional spiritual direction to Kathi and me.  By this time we had been living the life of an itinerant, and, although God had helped us wonderfully, we needed to find a place to nest.   I presentd him with some possibilites, one of which was to start a House Church.  His response was, “I think I have thought hundreds of times what I would do, if I were younger and could start all over.  I think I would start with a group of people in my living room and disciple them.”  The next statement he was about to make would be one which would be so revolutionary few could grasp it.  He said, ‘If at the end of your ministry, you have effectively discipled a half-dozen Believers, your ministry will have been a success…’  Interestingly, his words resonated with my spirit.  In my quest to truly know Christ, I had come to the conclusion that the pathway upon which Christ had been traversing would probably not end in a mega-church.  There are those who are called to such ministries.  I, however, was called to find those Christians, whose desire  was to know Christ so intimately that they would be willing to put on their carbide-lamp, helmets; take their pick-axe and delve into the depths to mine the riches, which are in Christ Jesus.  Because of Dr. Rouintree’s word, Kathi and I went back to WV, rented a house, by faith, and started Church.  In starting Church in our house we made a discovery…WE WERE HOME!  HALLELUJAH!

September 8th, 2008 Posted by | Biographical | 3 comments

3 Responses to “MY JOURNEY 11”

  1. I’m enjoying your journey. Bless You.!

  2. I like your statement that home is both a place to launch out from as well as a place to go to for rest. There’s a lot of meat in that.

    Your story is engaging for me because I remember hearing bits and pieces of it, but I see now how little I really knew. If only I can remember that concept when I interact with others. I think that remembering that I don’t know the whole story will help me to extend grace to them.

    Keep writing…

  3. I appreciate your encouraging words. One of my greatest battles through the years is that my family did not understand what I was going through. I can’t really blame anyone because at times I haven’t understood either. All I’ve known to do is to continue following the Lord the best I can.