Prayer - Witnessing Real Faith
Charles Swindol in his book, "Simple Faith," gives a story I want to share:
Back in 1958 as a young Marine stationed on Okinawa, I was drawn to the refreshing unpretentiousness of Bob Newkirk, a man ministering to military personnel with The Navigators."
I dropped by his home late one evening to pay an unexpected visit. His wife met me at the door and said he wasn't home. "He's been under some stress lately," she said. "I think he may be down at his office. He told me he just wanted to get alone."
Deciding to try the office, I caught the mini-bus in to Naha, the island's capital. I made my way down a street and across an alley to his modest office. As I approached, I could hear singing,"Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace."
It was Bob's voice. I stood outside for a few moments, listening, as the simple hymn continued. I peeked in the window and saw a candle on a table, my friend on his knees, and not another soul around. He was spending time with the Lord, all alone.
Bob never knew I came by that evening. But I got a glimpse of authentic Christianity that night, not piety on parade, but a man "in the shelter of the Most High."
Pray with a real faith,
Sid
Back in 1958 as a young Marine stationed on Okinawa, I was drawn to the refreshing unpretentiousness of Bob Newkirk, a man ministering to military personnel with The Navigators."
I dropped by his home late one evening to pay an unexpected visit. His wife met me at the door and said he wasn't home. "He's been under some stress lately," she said. "I think he may be down at his office. He told me he just wanted to get alone."
Deciding to try the office, I caught the mini-bus in to Naha, the island's capital. I made my way down a street and across an alley to his modest office. As I approached, I could hear singing,"Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace."
It was Bob's voice. I stood outside for a few moments, listening, as the simple hymn continued. I peeked in the window and saw a candle on a table, my friend on his knees, and not another soul around. He was spending time with the Lord, all alone.
Bob never knew I came by that evening. But I got a glimpse of authentic Christianity that night, not piety on parade, but a man "in the shelter of the Most High."
Pray with a real faith,
Sid

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