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




     On September 11, 2001 I was on vacation with Kathi in Pigeon Forge,TN. Our daughter, Stacye, called to tell us that the United States had been attacked and the towers of the World Trade Center had been the target.  Later, of course, we found out about the Pentagon and the downed plane in Pennsylvania.  Just as December 7, 1941 is a day that will live in infamy and June 6, 1944 stands as one of the most significant and bravest events of WWII, so does September 11th tower on the horizon of American history as a day, which marks a significant change in how Americans and the rest of the world live our lives. 

    The day was filled with sunshine and puffy clouds, the last throws of summer beamed from the heavens, but the atmosphere was one of gloom, fear, and confusion.  People were fightened, angry, and some even thought the end might be near.  As I watched the responses of people on the news and observed with keen interest the rescue workers desperately digging through rubble trying to find survivors, my emotions were  vascillating.  The predominant thought on my mind was:  “Is there something I can do?”.  I’m a Christian so I knew one of the most important things to do was to pray.  America needed prayer then and needs prayer more now than any time in history.  We are a nation who has lost her way.  So I began to pray…But I wanted to do more.  However, it seemed as though there might be something more I could do.

     It wasn’t long before I received a call from Steve Coder, the President of Hand to the Plow Ministries.   He said that he was going to go to New York City and invited me to go.  Kathi and I prayed about it and determined I should go.  I took one of the men in the Church with me and we joined a group of about 15 others…What was our mission?  We were going to hand out sticks…Yes, you heard correctly…sticks.



     In Ezekiel chapter 37, the prophet is told to take two sticks of wood (walking sticks).  On one stick he was to write the name, Judah(meaning, ‘Now I will praise the Lord’).  On the other he was to write the name, Ephraim (meaning, ‘God has made me fruitful in the land of my suffering’).  God then told Ezekiel to bind the two sticks together into one and hold them before the people.  Then God said, “When your Countrymen ask you, “What do you mean by these sticks?  You should tell them that you are no longer two nations but you are one nation united under one God.”  

     We purchased some very fine walking sticks and proceeded to New York City a mere 3 weeks after 9/11.  Upon arrival at our hotel we met together the evening before for a time of prayer, and worship.  Quite frankly I was not all that excited about taking a bunch of sticks out onto the streets of New York, if you know what I mean.  Really..come on…those people have a reputation for beating people up with sticks and other such things.  So, I decided  the next morning when we started walking the streets with sticks  I would place myself at the back and let folks who were all fired up about this thing  do what they wanted while I just watched.  I think I mentioned before that I am very shy by nature.  What I had failed to take into consideration was those in the front of our group served as the lure on a fishing line.  They got the attention of the people on the street…The succeeding ‘stick carriers’ only enhanced their curosity and by the time I came along…well, I caught the fish, so to speak.  We were walking along Broadway and 34th Street when the Bell Captain at the Holiday Inn looked at me and said, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ABOUT THESE STICKS”.  Yes, he used the very words the scripture talked about.  I turned towards him and told him the story from Ezekiel.  His name is William.  I said, “William, if you will pass the message along that God wants us to be one nation united under one God, I’ll give you this stick.”  He said, “Praise the Lord!”.  I said, “Glory to God!”  He took the stick and lifted it high over his head with both hands and brought it down hard upon the sidewalk and said, “I claim in the name of Jesus that He will bring people back to NYC and this hotel.”  We went back to NYC about 3 weeks later william.jpgand he told me God had answered the prayer and that the hotel was full. 

This was only the beginning of a grand adventure that came out of a national tragedy.  We gave away thousands of Ezekiel Sticks on four separate trips to New York City.  I will share more in the next edition.


April 14th, 2009 Posted by | Biographical | 2 comments

2 Responses to “MY JOURNEY 17”

  1. I love a good story. This is a terrific story. I can’t wait to read more. Keep writing, my Uncle-Brother!